Fechar
Out of sorts
Lean an ear
Cry over spilt milk
Hit the mark
To top it all of
Go back to the square one
Good things come to those who wait
He has bigger fish to fry
Adding fuel to the fire
Butterflies in my stomach
Made fun of
Out of the frying pan in to the fire
come to their senses
On pins and needles
pull my self together
In the nick of time
Keeping my fingers crossed
Over the moon
Get straight to the point
go out of you mind
