front seat passenger, by eleanor maslen
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i'll never make the front seat passenger with you.
I know this, i know its true.
You have a line of girls that want a kiss.
im not even a girl you'd likley miss.
its sweet in my dreams when i close my eyes
then i wake up and your gone, my heart dies
You look at me so long so deep.
I want you to take me, yours to keep
But im not stupid, a silly girl
I'll find another guy to call my world. |
Posted: 2011-10-08 16:01:07 UTC |
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