Todas as mulheres nascem para encontrar o seu príncipe encantado, já nascemos rodeadas de contos de fadas e finais felizes, ansiamos por constituir família e sermos felizes.
Mas como será o homem ideal?
Muitas o descrevem como alguém carinhoso, atencioso, másculo, amigo, companheiro e com muita paciência.
Outras só se preocupam com a conta bancária um homem com dinheiro é o homem ideal.
Outras ainda, gostam de um bom “bad boy” que as faça chorar barra e ranho e lhes arrebate o coração e toda a razão.
Seja ele como for, a realidade é que nós mulheres precisamos deles para escrevermos a nossa história com final feliz.
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All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
Yeah you do and I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
Is hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
The Story
Brandi Carlile
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