esta canção, que de bossa nova não tem nada, é para mim viciante. por vezes deixo de a ouvir, mas passados meses relembro-a e volta a não me sair da cabeça durante dias seguidos, sabem como é. 
e quando a menina ambrosia parsley diz que é a mais sortuda das raparigas e as outras dançam no palco e tudo aquilo tresanda a pecado e a fruto proibido julgo que até percebo.

Well I think I hate you

Isn't this fun

You're gonna shoot

And I darling loaded the gun

I think I'm done

What train did you step off of anyway

I really don't care

I'm the luckiest girl

Gonna lie with you baby

'Cause there's nowhere else

I can lay

I'm never talking to you again

I'll go join the marines

And then I will peacefully sail away

With some safe magazines

Did you hear what I say

You can't fall down the stairs

Two times the same way

And I really don't care

I'm the luckiest girl

Gonna tell you I love you

More than anything else

I can see

If people were cars

I'd be covered with scars

I'll hold on to my dignity

I bought this old dress

To cover the mess

Don't take it off I don't want you

I don't want you to see

Stop singing that song

I'll stand hard like a tree

Yeah you make me sick

You red razor nick

Get your hot hands off me

Maybe you're from the moon

Sensibility tells me that this is too soon

Oh my bones are bare

I'm the luckiest girl

Yeah and I want you baby

More than anything else

More than anything else

More than anything else

In the room

More than anything else
In the room

os shivaree foram um grupo estranho e a menina ambrosia parsley um daqueles personagens sempre misteriosos.
ouço há anos o disco “i oughta give you a shot in the head for making me live in this dump” (grande título, por sinal...)
 e esta canção, mais tarde incluída na banda sonora de kill bill #2, é daquelas que volta e meia preciso de ouvir, 
nunca percebi bem porquê.



There's a nail in the door 
And there's glass on the lawn 
Tacks on the floor 
And the TV is on 
And I always sleep with my guns 
When you're gone 

There's a blade by the bed 
And a phone in my hand 
A dog on the floor 
And some cash on the nightstand 
When I'm all alone the dreaming stops 
And I just can't stand 

What should I do I'm just a little baby 
What if the lights go out and maybe 
And then the wind just starts to moan 
Outside the door he followed me home 
Well goodnight moon 
I want the sun 
If it's not here soon 
I might be done 
No it won't be too soon 'til I say 
Goodnight moon 

There's a shark in the pool 
And a witch in the tree 
A crazy old neighbour and he's been watching me 
And there's footsteps loud and strong coming down the hall 
Something's under the bed 
Now it's out in the hedge 
There's a big black crow sitting on my window ledge 
And I hear something scratching through the wall 

Oh what should I do I'm just a little baby 
What if the lights go out and maybe 
I just hate to be all alone 
Outside the door he followed me home 
Now goodnight moon 
I want the sun 
If it's not here soon 
I might be done 
No it won't be too soon 'til I say 
Goodnight moon 

Well you're up so high 
How can you save me 
When the dark comes here 
Tonight to take me up 
To my front walk 
And into bed where it kisses my face 
And eats my head 

Oh what should I do I'm just a little baby 
What if the lights go out and maybe 
And then the wind just starts to moan 
Outside the door he followed me home 
Now goodnight moon 
I want the sun 
If it's not here soon 
I might be done 
No it won't be too soon 'til I say 
Goodnight moon 
No it won't be too soon 'til I say 
Goodnight moon