November 2007
Jag har inget att säga förlåt för till dig, men ibland känns det som om allt kan bli bättre bara jag säger det.
I think of you each morning
And dream of you each night
I think of your arms being around me
And cannot express my delight
Never have I fallen
But I am quickly on my way
You hold a heart
Baby where’d you get your body from?
Tell me where'd get your body from?
I got it from my mama
I got it from my mama