when I m thinking about you

When I'm thinking about you
I begin to fly over the sky.
I don't want to live without you.
And I know that my love is high.
But,baby,tell me why.
Can't I be happy enough?
And why are your rude words so sharp like a knife?
 


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any sharp khives are soothed by Eucharist.

Елизавета Судьина   07.09.2014 14:00     Заявить о нарушении