Saturday, February 03, 2007
♥You were the last good thing about this part of town.
My seventieth post, finally! (=
He's still out )= And forever busy.
Sian ballssssssss.
Staying at home is
boringggggggg.
Especially when both of us can't sms.
Getting songs into Mummy's mp3, I'm such a filial kid (=
I'm going blog-hopping to kill my boredom.
No words can discribe my boredom
mannnnnnnn.
Seriosuly
damnnnnnnnnnn bored
lahhhhh.
Eff-ing
shitttttttttttt.
I want
(A), but he's not free )=
Forget it, I miss you!
Where is your boy tonight? I hope, he is a gentleman. And maybe he won't find out what I know: You were the last good thing about this part of town. When I wake up. I'm willing to take my chances on the hope i forget, that you hate him more than you notice I wrote this for you You need him. I could be him I could be an accident but I'm still tryin' And that's more than I can say for him Where is your boy tonight? I hope, he is a gentleman. And maybe he won't find out what I know: You were the last good thing about this part of town Someday I'll appreciate in value Get off my ass and call you In the mean time I'll sport my brand new fashion Of waking up with pants off at four in the afternoon You need him. I could be him I could be an accident but I'm still tryin' And that's more than I can say for him Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman and maybe he won't find out what I know, You were the last good thing about this part of town Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman. Maybe he wont find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town. Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman Maybe he wont find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
