you got me like this
yeah, you made me feel like this,
yes you do
You got me shakin', yes you do
you got me catching colds and you made the warmth burning on my cheeks
you got my world spinning around, you got me so confused
you made me loving but hating and getting doubtfull
hell no
you made me feel so condifent, so fragile
I will make you cry, don't you worry, I will let you down
if you worry it starts to hurt
you got me so confused, hey you
so damned damned confused
I won't
yes you do
You got me shakin', yes you do
you got me catching colds and you made the warmth burning on my cheeks
you got my world spinning around, you got me so confused
you made me loving but hating and getting doubtfull
hell no
you made me feel so condifent, so fragile
I will make you cry, don't you worry, I will let you down
if you worry it starts to hurt
you got me so confused, hey you
so damned damned confused
I won't
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| Nummer 127: | Zondag, december 09, 2007 20:50 |
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| Auteur: Dune* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 december 2007 | ||
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