lunedì, aprile 18, 2005

Stop it!

Stop doing it,
Cause everything you do, make me want you.

Stop looking the way you do,
Cause all I want is to be with you.

Stop talking to me,
Cause you’ll know the secrets of my heart.

Stop looking at me with a longing look,
Cause that’s the look I always long for when you’re not around.

Stop treating me like princes,
Cause that make me wishes you were my prince.

Stop!
Cause I’m gonna get addicted.

Just stop!
Cause the thought of you, felt like a torture…

Stop right now!
You know it’s killing me… for you’re not going to be mine.


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