rain drips drops on my head
and I can't remember your name again
you don't have too much of a face
you're always walking on the tips of yours instead
of your feet or your heels at all
you always look like you're ready to fall
back into bed
or into my arms you're holding on for dear life
miércoles, 2 de junio de 2010
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