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6 comments:
Je vais me coiffer dans ce style, je crois que cela m'ira bien, et je balbutierai quelques :"chlogood wift shocolète ans zin-babuett truepète", etc.
J-P nouvelle-star-petto
A quand ton show nouvelle-star-petto ? j'ouvre mon agenda ....
J'en salive déjà !
You grace me with your cold shoulder
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her
You shower me with words made of knives
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her
These days when I see you
You make it look like see-through
Do tell me why you waste our time
When your heart ain't admitting you're not satisfied
You know I know just how you feel
I'm starting to find myself feeling that way too
When you grace me with your cold shoulder
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her
You shower me with words made of knives
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her
Time and time again, I play the role of fool
(Just for you)
Even in the daylight when you (?)
(I see you)
Try to look for things I hear but our eyes never find
'Though I do know how you play
You grace me with your cold shoulder
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her
You shower me with words made of knives
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her
You grace me with your cold shoulder
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her
You shower me with words made of knives
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her
Merci Fish-Fish, bonne journée.
Terrible..
Une belle voix
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