Oh, he treats me with respect,
he says he loves me all the time,
he calls me 15 times a day, he likes to make sure that i'm fine,
you know i've never met a man,
whose made me feel quite so secure,
he's not like all them other boys,
they're so dumb and immature. There's just one thing,
That's getting in the way,
when we go up to bed your just no good,its such a shame!
I look into your eyes, I want to get to know you,
and then you make this noise,
apparently its all over its not fair,
and I think your really mean, I think your really mean, I think your really mean.
lunes, 6 de julio de 2009
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