Tuesday, March 11

Find me a way for making HIM stay.

Always the summers are slipping away
Find me a way for making it stay

When I hear the engine pass
I'm kissing you wide
The hissing subsides
I'm in luck

When the evening reaches here
You're tying me up
I'm dying of love
It's OK

Find me a way for making HIM stay.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

sup, its OKAY. =]