sábado, 5 de febrero de 2011

Slipping down a slide, i did enjoy the ride. Don't know what to decide. You lied to me. You looked me in the eye. It took me by surprise, now are you gratified: you cried to me. Don't turn around. I'm sick and I'm tired of your face. Don't make this worse. You've already gone and got me mad. It's too bad I'm not sad, it's casting over. It's just one of those things, you'll have to get over it. When I was feeling down you'd start to hang around, and then I found your hands all over me, and that was out of bounds. You filthy rotten hound.
Don't turn around. I'm sick and I'm tired of your face. Don't make this worse. You've already gone and got me mad. It's too bad I'm not sad, it's casting over. It's just one of those things, you'll have to get over it.
It's too bad I'm not sad it's casting over. It's just one of those things you'll have to get over it
It's better than it sounds, believe
me

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