Wednesday, January 20, 2010

I told him I wanted to go to the moon, he brought me to space.

There's something about her. You know, it's the way that she carries herself. She's just so bad. Ooh, I don't know. Her style, her mind, compares to nothing on this Earth. She's not the kind to share. Only God knows what she's worth. He has to show her that he wants her. He recognizes that she’s bad. If he can't have her then he'll go crazy. Spending all his time just chasing. He hopes to find her there. He gotta make some eye contact but she's not the kind to stare. Move quick or lose her fast. Spending all his time watching that girl. Gotta love her when she moves. He has to show her that he wants her.

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