jueves, 19 de abril de 2012

Stop making the eyes at me

I wish you'd stop ignoring me, because it's sending me to despair
Without a sound, yeah, you're calling me, and I don't think it's very fair
That your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for san
dLighting the fuse might result in a bang, bang, go
!I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or
I don't know what you're looking for

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