lunes, 9 de febrero de 2009
Don't ever fall in love he swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong and I don't think it ever crossed his mind, he tells a joke, I fake a smile, but I know all his favorite songs
And I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him..I'D LIE

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