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.
The words are husted lets not get busted;
just lay entwined here, undiscovered.
Safe in here from all those stupid questions:
"Hey, did you get some?"
Man, that is so dumb.
Stay quiet, stay near, stay close, they can't hear...
So we can get some.
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.
Hands downs, this is the best day I can ever remember,
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late
and this walk that we shared together.
The streets were wet
and the gate was locked so I jumped it,
and let you in.
And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew, that you meant it,
that you meant it,
and I knew, that you meant it,
that you meant it...
Juste LA toune trop CUTE, un most <3
Je t'aime =)) xxxxxxxxx
mardi 27 février 2007
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