Oh so all my lovin´ go´s
under the fog fog fog
and i will leave them all
well i´m just a poor little baby
cause well i will leave them all

oh so while you´re growing old
under the gun gun gun
and i will leave them all
well i´m just one poor baby
cause well i will leave them all

i wish i could buy back
the woman you stole

Y-control, Y-control
you walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners
out of control, out of control
(...)
you walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners out...


Y control. Yeah Yeah Yeahs.



# No paro de escuchar esta canción! (¿a quién le importa?). Como sea, me aburro, solo quiero mañana mañana mañana, post trabajo, post rutina, después de todo, eso no es todo, eso es. Algo.