Por uma nesga ou em bicos de pés...Foi assim que assisti a Pearl Jam ontem à noite. Isto de ter 1,62 é mesmo assim. E se juntarmos a isto o facto de ter uma "torre espanhola" mesmo à minha frente... Mas não faz mal, nunca fez. A primeira vez que os vi, parti os óculos nos primeiros quinze minutos de concerto. E apaixono-me mais e mais só de OUVI-LOS! A excelente música cantada ao coração e a simpatia e bom humor de Eddie...That's all I need! Até porque fechei os olhos em quase todas as músicas!

Waitin, watchin the clock, it's four oclock, it's got to stop
Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech
As he opens the door, she rolls over...
Pretends to sleep as he looks her over
She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
Can't find a better man
Ohh...

Talkin to herself, theres no one else who needs to know...
She tells herself, oh...
Memories back when she was bold and strong
And waiting for the world to come along...
Swears she knew it, now she swears he's gone
She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
She lies and says she still loves him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, cant find a better man...
Can't find a better man
Yeah...

She loved him, yeah...she don't want to leave this way
She feeds him, yeah...that's why she'll be back again
Can't find a better man
Can't find a better...man...
Ohh...ohh...
Uh huh...
Ohh...