Esta música é um bocado estranha... mas entranha-se. E conta com um convidado inesperado (se não souberem quem é, também não vos vou dizer).

Between my legs - Rufus Wainwright

You can go out, dancing
And I'll write about you, dancing without you
And I'll shed a tear between my legs.

When you were here, I missed you
Now that you're away, I'm out there without you
And I shed a tear between my legs.

Though we live in the same city,
You live in another state, far away from me and all of my unfaded charms
But when the rocket ships all fall, and the bridges, they all buckle,
And everybody's packing up their station wagons
There's a number you can call, like a breast that you can suckle
And we quietly will exit as it all is happening

Again I will pray with one thing
Will I walk away from love knowing nothing
Wearing my heart between my legs

But when I know you're naked
Lying on my bed while I'm at the piano
All I can say is I can't fake it

When the rocket ships all fall, and the bridges, they all buckle
And everybody's packing up their station wagons
There's a number you can call, like a breast that you can suckle
And quietly we'll exit as it all is happening again

'Cause there's a river running underground,
Underneath the town towards the sea,
That only I know all about
On which from this city, we can flee