15 marzo 2011

Do you remember when we first met I sure do It was some time In early September Though you were lazy about it. You made me wait around. I was so crazy about you
I didn't mind. So I was late for class I looked my bike to yours, It wasn't hard to find. Your painted flowers oh
Guess that I was afraid. That if you rode away

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