it's strange
It’s strange
It’s strange say this to you
And don’t know what to do
Every time that I hear you
It’s make’s me fly
And I don’t why
Every minute I think off you
Even that I don’t know everything about you
Please tell me every thing about you
Tell me what you hate to do
And what you like to do
And if feel the same about me
And you wane be with me
Let me know
Because miss you so
It’s strange say this to you
And don’t know what to do
Every time that I hear you
It’s make’s me fly
And I don’t why
Every minute I think off you
Even that I don’t know everything about you
Please tell me every thing about you
Tell me what you hate to do
And what you like to do
And if feel the same about me
And you wane be with me
Let me know
Because miss you so
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| Auteur: jjd palyama | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 november 2002 | ||
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