You.
Damn I'm lucky,
with a girl like you.
I don't know,
what it is you do.
But you're stuck inside my head,
and you're not going away.
Because I don't want you to,
I want you to stay.
Please?
with a girl like you.
I don't know,
what it is you do.
But you're stuck inside my head,
and you're not going away.
Because I don't want you to,
I want you to stay.
Please?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Miss Impatience: | Vrijdag, april 16, 2010 10:34 |
| Lief!!! | |
| Just*mi: | Vrijdag, april 16, 2010 09:57 |
| aber naturlich Hoez muh duitz D-an? |
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| Auteur: MysticMe | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 april 2010 | ||
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