viernes, 7 de febrero de 2014

You're a song  written by the hands of God. 
Don't get me wrong cause this might sound to you a bit odd; 
But you own the place where all my thoughts go hiding 
and right under your clothes is where I find them.

Underneath your clothes, there's an endless story, 
there's the man I chose. There's my territory. 
And all the things I deserve for being such a good girl, honey.

Because of you, I forgot the smart ways to lie. 
Because of you, I'm running out of reasons to cry. 
When the friends are gone, when the party's over , 
we will still belong to each other.

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