2012 ©Takingoutmyfreak. By: Antonella Bianchi.

Price tag.


“Seems like everybody’s got a price, I wonder how they sleep at night. When the tale comes first and the truth comes second; just stop for a minute and smile. ¿Why is everybody so serious? Acting so damn mysterious. You got shades on your eyes and your heels so high that you can’t even have a good time. Everybody look to their left, everybody look to their right. ¿Can’t you feel that? Yeah. Well pay them with love tonight. It’s not about the money; we don’t need your money. We just wanna make the world dance, forget about the price tag. We need to take back in time when music made us all unite. And it wasn’t low blows and videos hoes ¿Am I the only getting tired? ¿Why is everybody so obsessed? Money can’t buy us happiness. ¿Can we slow down and enjoy right now? Guarantee we’ll be feeling alright. Everybody look to their left, everybody look to their right. ¿Can’t you feel that? Yeah. Well pay them with love tonight. It’s not about the money; we don’t need your money. We just wanna make the world dance, forget about the price tag.” 

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