Philip Roth, por Irving Penn
Philip Roth, por Irving Penn
Íñigo Errejón le da calabazas a Iglesias: ah, sí, I’m a Party Girl…
I just met them tonight and I feel like such a star
What’s your name
What’s your art
Nobody knows
About my broken heart
Yes I’m a party girl
Crazy girl
See my lips, how they move
Can’t you see
I’m a natural
Life of a party girl
Sexy girl
I used to be so fragile
But now I’m so wild
What did you do last night?
Oh, I was out so late,
now I’m so tired
What did you do last night?
Oh, I was out so late,
now I’m so tired
I’m a party girl