First You Pick A Girl...
I Must Think I'm That "Lucky Girl"
You Start Flattering Me With These Words I Want To Hear...
You Begin Giving Me Kisses And Hugs Thats So Irresistable...
Waiting For Me To Get Addicted To Your Love...
You Slightly Get The Best Of Me...
And Out The Door You Go...
Waving Your Hand...
And On To The Next Girl...
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
First You Pick A Girl...
I Must Think I'm That "Lucky Girl"
You Start Flattering Me With These Words I Want To Hear...
You Begin Giving Me Kisses And Hugs Thats So Irresistable...
Waiting For Me To Get Addicted To Your Love...
You Slightly Get The Best Of Me...
And Out The Door You Go...
Waving Your Hand...
And On To The Next Girl...
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