You change your mindLike a girl changes clothesYeah, you PMS like a bitchI would knowAnd you over thinkAlways speak crypticallyI should knowThat you're no good for meCause you're hot then you're coldYou're yes then you're noYou're in and you're outYou're up and you're downYou're wrong when it's rightIt's black and it's whiteWe fight, we break upWe kiss, we make up(You)You don't really want to stay, no(You)But you don't really want to goYou're hot then you're coldYou're yes then you're noYou're in and you're outYou're up and you're downWe used to beJust like twins, so in syncThe same energyNow's a dead batteryUsed to laugh about nothingNow you're plain boringI should knowThat you're not gonna changeCause you're hot then you're coldYou're yes then you're noYou're in and you're outYou're up and you're downYou're wrong when it's rightIt's black and it's whiteWe fight, we break upWe kiss, we make up(You)You don't really want to stay, no(You)But you don't really want to goYou're hot then you're coldYou're yes then you're noYou're in and you're outYou're up and you're downSomeone call the doctorGot a case of a love bi-polarStuck on a roller coasterCan't get off this rideYou change your mindLike a girl changes clothesCause you're hot then you're coldYou're yes then you're noYou're in and you're outYou're up and you're downYou're wrong when it's rightIt's black and it's whiteWe fight, we break upWe kiss, we make upYou're hot then you're coldYou're yes then you're noYou're in and you're outYou're up and you're downYou're wrong when it's rightIt's black and it's whiteWe fight, we break upWe kiss, we make up(You)You don't really want to stay, no(You)But you don't really want to goYou're hot then you're coldYou're yes then you're noYou're in and you're outYou're up and you're down(Kate Perry) - Porque o momento merece... Agora dei para mascar chiclete com sabor melancia. Deveria esconder essedetalhe.Morbido paraquem atravessou os 36 anos.Mas vejo oquanto escondo o romantismo debaixo da mordida. Sou acucarado.Meu beijo ediabetico. Logo eu que passo uma imagem seca de bolacha de sal.Va la, naovou sorrir para mim de noite ou pedir a bencao para os apaixonados,mas naoacredito nesta historia de acomodacao no romance.Que de umahora para outra cansamos.Nao ecansaco, nao e que paramos de seduzir porque conquistamose que naoprecisamos mais arrebatar com surpresas.Nao e queestamos seguros e nao arriscamos mais.Nao e oconforto ou o dominio territorial.Senaocomecaremos a acreditar que existe cupido.E cupido e omais cafona dos anjos.Quem comecauma relacao com cupido termina na fossarepetindo oserros ortograficos das cancoes sertanejas.Confio que hagente que nao saiba namorar. Nao sabe namorar, e pronto.Supoe que einstintivo, natural, que e beijar, abracar e os oceanos transportam a espuma.Que bastaamar e as relacoes funcionam. Mas as relacoes queimam pelo pouco uso.Aeletricidade enferruja.Ha gente quejura que namorar e cumprir um expediente depois do expediente:jantar,conversar e transar.Ha gente quenao quer namorar,e sim umaamizade para dividir o que se e. Sem tensao. Sem cobranca. Sem nervosismo.Que tudo estadefinido e seguro para o final do ano,que nao podeser perdido no proximo minuto.Eu acabei deperder o proximo minuto. Namoro e ambicao.E um final desemana a cada dia. E