CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : The Golden Corner

Hey Mickey, it's a sunny day
I'm not going to work today
Let's go down to where the tourists play
And we can laugh at the fat cops trying
To cool themselves in the windy wind
That blows up the skirts of the lunchtime girls
Don't that sound okay?
You and me, Mickey, and your retail chain
Hangin' down from around your neck
As the fat cops get off trying

Hold your skirt down from the wind with your right hand
Punch the crosswalk button again
Off you go through the traffic, and then
You're lost in an ocean of smoke and skin

Downtown was such a gold mine
I killed drinks there, and sweet time
With strangers and smiles

Hey Mick, it's not just work that pays
You gotta call in sick today
I'll tell you things that I would never say
Before you moved in in my place crying
Come on, Mickey, won't you be my date?
You've gotta help me celebrate
Just that it's a dazzling day
And the sunshine couldn't be lying