quinta-feira, 29 de janeiro de 2009

agora fiquei com a música na cabeça

Your legs are smooth
as they graze mine
we're doing fine
we're doing nothing at all
my hopes are so high
that your kiss might kill me
so won't you kill me
so I die happy

My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelery, which ever you prefer.

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