November
December 2007
Come on, come on, come, get up and dance with me, yeah
No more, no more blue days and lonely years..
When my heart is true
It burns for you
Young heart burn faster too
So hurry you
Bring a bottle full of liquor in
And we're soaked in gin
We live to win
Let's bury our souls in sin
On a ranch in the wildness
there’s a song that must be sung
about a blindfolded angel
who never learned the right from wrong
and though I don’t know enough English
to describe it’s trouble
And we don’t need to say that we belong together
Cause in the end it only matters if we tried
And I don’t care if you don’t hear, or even notice
That I love you, and I want you to be mine..
God Jul!
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