Tell me, baby, what's your story?
Where do you come from and where you want to go to summer?
You're so loving, are you lonely?
Of giving up on the innocence you left behind?
Some claim to have the fortitude
Too shrew to blow the interlude
Sustaining pain to set the mood
Step out to be renewed
I'm on cue like a baritone
Joker Brothers on the microphone
Getting over with an undertone
Hands down to turn to stone
Chitty, chitty, baby, when you know this is a chitty-chitty
I could be a little creeper, I could be a little shitty
What a penny, Boston and a Kansas City
Looking for a pitcher, but you're only ever by the penny
Three fingers in the honeycomb
You ring just like a thiam phone
Devoted to the quantum stone
The day that you left home
Tell me, baby, what's your story?
Where you come from and where you want to go to summer?
Tell me, lover, are you lonely?
The thing we need is never all that hard to find
Tell me, baby, what's your story?
Where you come from and where you want to go this time off?
You're so loving, are you lonely?
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Ahir va haver un moment en què es parlava que Carles Puigdemont estaria valorant convocar eleccions autonòmiques si el govern espanyol feia un pas enrere amb l'aplicació de l'article 155.


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