Shakira
Poem To A Horse

You're too far to bring you close
And too high to see below
Just hangin' on your daily dose

I know you never needed anyone
But the rolling papers for your grass
How can you give what you don't have

You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain
With your hydroponic pot
Start out playing with yourself
You get more fun within your shell
Nice to meet you but I gotta go my way

I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more

I rather eat my soup with a fork
Or drive a cab in New York
'Cause to talk to you is harder work

So what's the point of wasting all my words
If it's just the same or even worse
Than reading poems to a horse

You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain
With your hydroponic pot
I bet you'll find someone like you
'Cause there's a foot for every shoe
I wish you luck but I've other things to do

I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more

I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain

If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor

I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more


Mirror lyrics:

So I won't repeat it no more
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
If I say my heart is sore
But you're so in love with yourself
I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain

Sounds like a cheap metaphor
If I say my heart is sore

I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain

So I won't repeat it no more
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
If I say my heart is sore
But you're so in love with yourself
I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain

I wish you luck but I've other things to do
'Cause there's a foot for every shoe
I bet you'll find someone like you
With your hydroponic pot
Feed your empty brain
And quit before you sweat a drop
You keep on aiming for the top

Than reading poems to a horse
If it's just the same or even worse
So what's the point of wasting all my words

'Cause to talk to you is harder work
Or drive a cab in New York
I rather eat my soup with a fork

So I won't repeat it no more
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
If I say my heart is sore
But you're so in love with yourself
I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain

Nice to meet you but I gotta go my way
You get more fun within your shell
Start out playing with yourself
With your hydroponic pot
Feed your empty brain
And quit before you sweat a drop
You keep on aiming for the top

How can you give what you don't have
But the rolling papers for your grass
I know you never needed anyone

Just hangin' on your daily dose
And too high to see below
You're too far to bring you close


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