La Gusana Ciega - Sunday fever

^DI wait in my b^Cedroom, ^Gfor every^Aone to fall a sleep.^D I make for the do^Cor, ^GI take my ch^Aances with the geek.^D Outside it is rai^Cning, ^Gfreedom st^Aatic from the trees. ^D I?m feeling o.^Ck., ^GI know she?s wai^Dting ^Fthere ^Efor m^Ae.

^DForgot it?s her b^Cirthday, ^GShe?s angry c^Aause I?m very late.^D I buy her a d^Crink, ^GI?m chasing c^Aolors in her hair.^D I wish she was som^Ceone, t^Ghen I really j^Aust don?t care. T^Dhe name of the son^Cg, ^GIt?s not the sam^De f^For e^Every on^Ae.

^DmI?m a neo-retr^Bo-styler, ^Dmspending sundays w^Bith my mother, ^DmI wish I was St^Beven Tyler... ^Fthis is who I ^Eam. ^DmI?m a little moody so^Bmetimes, ^Emact a little funny som^Betimes, ^EmI wish I was me^Bllow yellow... ^Fthis is who I a^Em.

^DDad?s reading the p^Caper, ^GMother?s se^Aating by the phone, ^D they look at each ^Cother, ^Gwonder wh^Aen I?m coming home.^D But I?m not in the mo^Cod, ^Gspreading su^Anday fever, ^D I want to get h^Ci, ^Gand spend the su^Dmmer i^Fn th^Ee s^Aky