Cold Heart, by Nora Eason |
It's cold and it starts to snow, And there's no place to go.How can you tell me to go away,when you had me thinking you wanted me to stay? All you wanted was to play all through the day. You are nothing but a cold-hearted,get you some now, mean mistreating I don't care if she gets hurt moron. |
Posted: 2008-08-29 03:30:46 UTC |
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