You dress me up, I'm your puppet. You buy me things, I love it. You bring me food, I need it. You give me love, I feed it.
And look at the two of us in sympathy with everything we see. I never want anything, it's easy: you buy whatever I need.
But look at my hopes, look at my dreams, the currency we've spent. I love you, you pay my rent.
You phone me in the evening on hearsay and bought me caviar. You took me to a restaurant off Broadway to tell me who you are.
We never-ever argue, we never calculate the currency we've spent. I love you, you pay my rent.
I'm your puppet, I love it. And look at the two of us in sympathy and sometimes ecstasy.
Words mean so little, and money less
when you're lying next to me.
But look at my hopes, look at my dreams, the currency we've spent. I love you, you pay my rent. Liza Minnelli, Sony Music. Original de Neil Tennant y Chris Lowe. *Lanzado en 1989 -como recordarán mis fanses protocuarentones-, Results significó
el acercamiento -puntual, lamentablemente- de la diva Minnelli al pop sintetizado,
vía el incontestable concurso de los Pet Shop Boys. Trátase, huelga decir, de uno
de mis discos de cabecera, siendo la descarnada Rent, quizá, su corte más señero.
Zambúllanse a la de ya. No se arrepentirán.