quinta-feira, 3 de junho de 2010


He looks me in the eyes and says he loves me...could it be?
He looooves romance... I love a dirty dance
He likes my touch; me?not so much
I like a Hot Fudge; he loves a good meal
I love to smash, he likes to take out the trash
Because he loves me, you know?
He likes to take me out for a walk; I like to stay in and talk
I love to make a film, while he takes me out and brings it for me
He looks at me and says he loves me, while I keep my eyes closed
He loves to hold my hand; I like to stand
In front of him and say..."Yes".
Can't he read my mind, and see I don't want those presents?
He loves to give me presents, I just want HIM present.
I love...I looks me in the eyes and says "Hold on"
I close my eyes and I let go