They ask me why I like you so much.. I tell them I don't know,
Is it the color of your hair.. or the strength of your stare,
Or maybe the curve of your lips.. Or the span of your hips,
They ask me why I like you so much.. I tell them I don't know.
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
They ask me why I like you so much.. I tell them I don't know,
Is it the color of your hair.. or the strength of your stare,
Or maybe the curve of your lips.. Or the span of your hips,
They ask me why I like you so much.. I tell them I don't know.
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