O stress típico das manhãs de sábado:
As minhas mãos procurando o corpo que os meus pés já estão a tocar. A minha boca correndo pelas suas costas, sem saber (querer?) onde parar. O meu nariz absorvendo aquela mistura de frasco e pele, o dia e a noite. Sinto-me cair e aperto-o até me doerem os braços. Viro-me em todas as direcções porque preciso de o sentir em todo o lado.
Levanto-me cansada. E gosto!
SOS
Last Shadow Puppets
(...)
I'm obsessive when just one thought of you comes up
I'm agressive just one thought of closing up
You got me stressing, incessantly pressing the issue
'Cause every moment gone you know I miss you
I'm the question and you're of course's the answerv
Just hold me close, boy, cause I'm your tiny dancerv
You make me shaken up, I'm never mistaken
But I can't control myself, got me calling out for help
(...)
Just your presence and I second guess my sanity
Yes it's a lesson, It's unfair, You stole my vanity
My tummy's up in knots so when I see you I get so hot
My Common sense is out the door, can't seem to find the lock
Take on me (uh huh) you know inside you feel it right
Take me on I put desire up in your arms tonight
I'm out with you, you got me head over heels
Boy, you got me hanging on the way you make me feel
(...)
This time please someone come and rescue me
'Cause you on my mind, it's got me losing it
I'm lost you got me lookin' for the rest of mev
Love is testing me but still I'm losing it
Boy, you know you got me feeling open
And boy, your love's enough with words unspoken
I said boy, I'm telling you, you got me open
I don't know what to do it's true
I'm going crazy over you, I'm begging
S.O.S. please somebody help me
It's not healthy for me to feel this
Y.O.U. are making this hard
You got me tossin' and turnin' and can't sleep at night