4 de enero de 2010

You're a song 

Written by the hands of god

Don't get me wrong cause 

This might sound to you a bit odd

But you own the place

Where all my thoughts go hiding

And right under your clothes

Is where I find them 

Underneath Your Clothes

There's an endless story 

There's the man I chose

There's my territory

And all the things I deserve

For being such a good girl, honey

Because of you

I forgot the smart ways to lie

Because of you

I'm running out of reasons to cry

When the friends are gone

When the party's over 
We will still belong to each other