As I go about my day
I think about the way
I stumble and studder
And my heart starts to flutter
Whenever he comes near
I forget about my fear
that he should ever go away.
May 4, 2010
May 4, 2010 at 6:32 AM UTC
As I go about my day
I think about the way
I stumble and studder
And my heart starts to flutter
Whenever he comes near
I forget about my fear
that he should ever go away.