Ooooo babe,
Don’t leave me now.
Don’t say it’s the end of the road.
Remember the flowers I sent
I need you, babe,
To put through the shredder in front of my friends.
Oh babe,
Don’t leave me now.
How could you go?
When you know how I need you,
To beat to a pulp on a saturday night.
Oh babe,
Don’t leave me now.
How can you treat me this way?
Running away.
Oh babe,
Why are you running away?
2 Comments:
At Sun Dec 05, 11:05:00 AM 2004, Sereshk said…
سلام بابايي...خوب موسيقيش رو هم ميزاشتي ديگه.....واقعا خداست
خوش باشي.
At Sun Dec 05, 09:07:00 PM 2004, دیوانه said…
salam dost ghadimi
chand bar khastam nazar bezarm inja natonestam khengam dige . bib hale shoma?
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