segunda-feira, 22 de agosto de 2011


We might kiss when we are alone
When nobody's watching
We might take it home
We might make out when nobody's there
It's not that we're scared
It's just that 
it's delicate

We might live like never before
When there's nothing to give
Well how can we ask for more?
We might make love in some sacret place
The look on your face 
is delicate

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