22 febrero, 2011

We laughed until we thought we’ll die, barefoot on a summer night

Nothin’ new was sweeter than with you!

And in the sticks we were running free like it was only you and me

Geez, we were something to be seen!

I'd follow you into the park, through the jungle, through the dark

Girl, I’ve never loved one like you.

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