Sunday, April 24, 2011

love like woe - the ready set

Cause you're a pretty little windstorm out on the boulevard
Something like a sunset, oh you're a shooting star
And I might drive myself insane
If those lips aren't speakin my name

Cause I got some intuition,
or maybe Im superstitious
But I think you're a pretty sweet pill
that Im swallowing down
To counter this addiction
you've got me on a mission
Tell me darling, can I get a break somehow?
How can I say no?

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