sábado, 21 de março de 2009

Kids
Everybody asks me about things cause I don't know
Things that I do not know about you
And everytime i can ignore that question,
I told: if she's by my side I feel so high

Anybody someday make me fell pop
Anybody rocks, she so rocks

Maybe kids hearts so
lonely, so lovely
cupid motherfucker ohh
I hate you, i wanna kill you


Everybody told bad about you

everybody tells bad things about u

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