In Front of The Campfire
Lying in front of a campfire
We were kissin’ and huggin’ like nobody else
There was nothing more intense
Than She and Me
We feld free
In my head
there was a message being spread
through hole the body
All I want from she is a little kiss.
Nothing more, nothing less.
We kept going
We wanted it untill the early morning
It was foggy
and she was getting cold
She getted closer to me
or love was getting bold
If you look in her face
You can see further than space
That’s not a lie
Lies makes me fry
No drugs needed to flip
she was so hip.
We were kissin’ and huggin’ like nobody else
There was nothing more intense
Than She and Me
We feld free
In my head
there was a message being spread
through hole the body
All I want from she is a little kiss.
Nothing more, nothing less.
We kept going
We wanted it untill the early morning
It was foggy
and she was getting cold
She getted closer to me
or love was getting bold
If you look in her face
You can see further than space
That’s not a lie
Lies makes me fry
No drugs needed to flip
she was so hip.
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| Auteur: Filete | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: cartooneke | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 juli 2003 | ||
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