My baby don't care for shows My baby don't care for clothes My baby just cares for me My baby don't care for cars and races My baby don't care for high-tone places
Liz Taylor is not his style And even Lana Turner's smile Is somethin' he can't see My baby don't care who knows My baby just cares for me
Baby, my baby don't care for shows And he don't even care for clothes He cares for me My baby don't care For cars and races My baby don't care for He don't care for high-tone places
Liz Taylor is not his style And even Liberace's smile Is something he can't see Is something he can't see I wonder what's wrong with baby My baby just cares for My baby just cares for My baby just cares for me
"E assim sou, fútil e sensível, capaz de impulsos violentos e absorventes, maus e bons, nobres e vis, mas nunca de um sentimento que subsista, nunca de uma emoção que continue, e entre para a substância da alma. Tudo em mim é a tendência para ser a seguir outra coisa; uma impaciência da alma consigo mesma, como com uma criança inoportuna; um desassossego sempre crescente e sempre igual. Tudo me interessa e nada me prende. Atendo a tudo sonhando sempre;(…)" (Fernando Pessoa, in "Livro do Desassossego")
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