I see
I see your wonderful smile,
what gives me a good feeling.
I see your pretty, blue eyes,
where I could drown in.
I see your perfect body,
what's standing overthere.
I see you're looking at me,
when I looked at you.
I see your body moving,
on the rhythm of the music.
I see you're asking me,
if I care a dance.
I see your hands,
on my hips.
I see your lips,
moving closer to mine.
what gives me a good feeling.
I see your pretty, blue eyes,
where I could drown in.
I see your perfect body,
what's standing overthere.
I see you're looking at me,
when I looked at you.
I see your body moving,
on the rhythm of the music.
I see you're asking me,
if I care a dance.
I see your hands,
on my hips.
I see your lips,
moving closer to mine.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| bokje: | Zondag, mei 23, 2004 20:26 |
| hmmm......is sprekend n gebeurtenis in n disco......maar mooi hoor meis!!! | |
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| Auteur: Pischa | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ;o)x | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 mei 2004 | ||
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