Cap. °4-A song

aSentiste que alguen te jalaba, volteaste lentamente y viste que John corria hacia una pequeña escalera, al subirla viste una habitacion llena de fotos de Elvis y Brigitte Bardot, hojas con caricaturasy escritos por el suelo; y en el centro, como en un templo su guitarra.
El llego por detras, con su guitarra y empezo a cantar

Hello, little girl.
Hello, little girl.
Hello, little girl.

When i see you every day,
I say, mmm-mmm, hello, little girl.
When you're passing on your way,
I say, mmm-mmm, hello, little girl.
When i see you passing by,
I cry, mmm-mmm, hello, little girl.
When i try to catch your eye,
I cry, mmm-mmm, hello, little girl.

I send you flowers,
But you don't care.
You never seem to
See me standin' there.
I often wonder
What you're thinkin' of.
I hope it's me
And love, love, love.
So i hope there'll come a day when
You say, mmm-mmm, you're my little girl.

It's not the first time,
That it's happened to me.
It's been a long, lonely time
And it's so funny,
So funny to see
That i'm about to loose
My mind, mind, mind.
So i hope there'll come a day when
You say, mmm-mmm, you're my little girl.

Mmm-mmm, you're my little girl.
Mmm-hmm, you're my little girl.
Oh, yeah, you're my little girl.
Mientars cantaba, no pudiste evitar bailar y cuando termino, no podias sacarte esa melodia de tu mente, querias volver a escucharla una y otra vez.

[JOHN]: Que te parece???
[TU]: Excelente, de quien es????
[JOHN]: =O. Se nota que no eres de aqui.
[TU]:Por que??????
[JOHN]:Te lo dire si me atrapas....
Mientras corrias para atraparlo......