Em boa hora fui investigar o senhor do penteado amalucado. Morrissey
senhor visivelmente irritado
pelo menos usa isso para escrever letras enfurecidas, mas daquela fúria quentinha que alimenta lareiras em noites frias de inverno. Que outra coisa me faria estar às quatro da manhã de esponjas nos ouvidos, a sorver deliciado cada palavra e como ele as canta? This is why I like you. RC

I Like You, por Morrissey

Something in you caused me to
take a new tact with you
you were going through
something I had just about scraped through
why do you think I let you get away
with the things you say to me?
could it be I like you?
It's so shameful of me / I like you
No one I ever knew
or have spoken to resembles you
this is good or bad
all depending on my general mood
why do you think I let you get away
with all the things you say to me?
could it be I like you?
it's so shameful of me / I like you
Magistrates / who spend their lives
hiding their mistakes
they look at you and I / and
envy makes them cry
envy makes them cry
Forces of containment
they shove their fat faces into mine
but you and I just smile
because we're thinking the same lines
why do you think I let you get away
with all the things you say to me?
could it be I like you?
it's so shameful of me / I like you
because you're not right in the head
and nor am I / and this is why
you're not right in the head
and nor am I / and this is why
this is why I like you
I like you
I like you
this is why I like you
I like you
I like you
because you're not right in the head
and nor am I / and this is why
you're not right in the head
and nor am I / and this is why
this is why I like you
I like you, I like you
I like you
this is why I like you
I like you, I like you
I like you
this is why I like you
I like you.

(Considerações sobre o porquê desta letra dar cabo de mim e uma lista das pessoas a quem eu a cantaria ficam para uma outra altura.)