*~ Youre obsessed ~*
Love hit you bad,
This time,
You’re happy and sad,
At one time,
You’re obsessed,
Can’t think of anything else,
You’re thoughts are messed,
'cause she just think at herself,
She’s playing with you’re soul,
Makes you feel sad,
She dumps you any time,
That makes you feel bad,
Baby don't be a fool,
Anyone can see,
You’re just a tool,
Just be my angel again, and be free
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| Auteur: Evi | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 29 april 2002 | ||
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