viernes, 5 de septiembre de 2008

As a boy






Bad lover, bad lover,
carring that weight,
won't walk a lot.
Couldn't clean up
'couse the rain.

From the other park,
you hearded the sound.
Walkie Talkie get away,

will you ?..

I said bad lover,
bad lover, bad lover,
gonna get something better,
always happens.





ANYWAY I'M OK


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