I sit on a bar stool,
Feeling like a numb fool.
She approaches me gracefully,
I reject her arrogantly.
I love you so much,
Why don’t you see?
You turn it around to hurt me.
I love you so much,
It starts to itch,
Just you’re looks make me feel rich.
Post je objavljen 12.05.2006. u 20:01 sati.