Vestida com umas calças de ganga, sapatilhas nos pés e uma t-shirt branca justa, o cabelo amarrado num rabo-de-cavalo no topo da cabeça, encostada a uma parede ou a um canto do local onde nos encontramos (um canto movimentado).
Fazer ar sexy sou-tão-boa-na-cama-sou-de-estarrecer-vais-pedir-por-mais, olhar o objecto de desejo nos olhos e cantar o Love is a deserter dos The Kills (é importante saber a letra de cor).
(Talvez isto possa ajudar:
One eye in the sun, one in the night
Sleep tight
Sleep walk like honey honey
Oh my, capital I-L-O-V-E-U, put it in a letter honey
I could kiss you underwater
I could, in the rearview mirror
X-O, took my heart and crossed it
Set it down and lost it, set it down and lost it
Say it again...
get the guns out get the guns out get the guns out get the guns out get the guns out get the guns out
Your love is a deserter
Your love is a deserter
One eye in the sun
One eye in the night
Sleep tight
Sleep walk like honey honey,
when you want me you got me where you want me again
Say it again
If it's personal, say it again
Get the guns out
Your love is a deserter
You got one eye as white as a bride
The other eye, as black as the devil
It's alright
Crossed wires, sparking a little,
start a house fire with us in the middle it's alright
Get the guns out
Your love is a deserter - intensificar o olhar na parte do "get your guns out", naturalmente.)
É tiro e queda (a experiência não foi testada em animais).
Ou isso ou ser solteira está a dar cabo do meu restante juízo.
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