Never cheats at games,
she screams my name,
she'll seize the day,
I'll feel the pain.
She dreams the same
as she does everything
the most peculiar way.
Wouldn't greet the strange,
she gets her say,
she never pays.
I don't feel so great.
She leaves, not stays,
but, God, she even prays
the most peculiar way.
Why would she ever change...
the most peculiar way?
Jan 4, 2011
Jan 4, 2011 at 3:58 PM UTC
Never cheats at games,
she screams my name,
she'll seize the day,
I'll feel the pain.
She dreams the same
as she does everything
the most peculiar way.
Wouldn't greet the strange,
she gets her say,
she never pays.
I don't feel so great.
She leaves, not stays,
but, God, she even prays
the most peculiar way.
Why would she ever change...
the most peculiar way?
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