sábado, 19 de março de 2011

Dia 7.



I wasn't jealous before we met, now evey womam I see is a potecial threat.
And I'm possessive, it isn't nice.
You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice.
But now it isn't true, now everything is new and all I've learned has overturned.
I was like shooting a sitting duck.
A littler small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck.
I still don't know what you've done with me.