tinha de ser...

PIMBA!!!

(uma revista que comprei...)

We bit our lips
She looked out the window
Rolling tiny balls of napkin paper
I played a quick game of chess with the salt and pepper shaker

In My Stupid Mouth, John Mayer

...i was difficult to reach...

And all I can say
Is you blow me away

Like an apple on a tree
Hiding out behind the leaves
I was difficult to reach
But you picked me
Like a shell upon a beach
Just another pretty piece
I was difficult to see
But you picked me
Yeah you picked me

In You Picked Me, A Fine Frenzy