viernes, 4 de junio de 2010
Do you come here much? I swear I’ve seen your face before.
Hope you don’t see me blush, but I can’t help but want you more, more.
Baby tell me what’s your story, I ain’t shy and don’t you worry.
I’m flirting with my eyes, wanna leave with you tonight.
Do you come here much? I gotta see your face some more.
Some more cause baby I,
I’ll never be the same
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