Eyes
Eyes tell story’s,
The tell if something is true or not,
And youre eyes,
Youre beautiful eyes,
Tell me that you love me,
That you need me,
That I’m better then the rest,
Youre eyes,
I can drown in them,
And it wouldn’t matter,
Because they are youre eyes,
Words mean a lot,
But eyes mean more,
Much more,
And how you act,
It’s just a mask,
And I can see true it,
Because I look you in the eyes,
Eyes show youre feelings,
You can’t do something about it,
But the most people don’t know it,
I’m happy I know,
And the others aren’t interresting,
Just you.... and me
The tell if something is true or not,
And youre eyes,
Youre beautiful eyes,
Tell me that you love me,
That you need me,
That I’m better then the rest,
Youre eyes,
I can drown in them,
And it wouldn’t matter,
Because they are youre eyes,
Words mean a lot,
But eyes mean more,
Much more,
And how you act,
It’s just a mask,
And I can see true it,
Because I look you in the eyes,
Eyes show youre feelings,
You can’t do something about it,
But the most people don’t know it,
I’m happy I know,
And the others aren’t interresting,
Just you.... and me
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| Auteur: Schwester | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 augustus 2002 | ||
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