The night owl and the morning glory.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Yeah okay fine you do have nice songs.

Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love, for real
Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love for real
Want to be your everything

Posted by Sideway glances. at 8:06 AM

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