B-b-b-bruises cover your arms
Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm
And the best is (best is)
No one knows who you are
Just another girl
Alone at the bar
She wants to touch me woah
She wants to love me woah
She’ll never leave me woah, woah oh oh
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
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