FightInTheShade Mesaj tarihi: Mart 17, 2008 Paylaş Mesaj tarihi: Mart 17, 2008 She she, she want it, I want to give it to her She know that, it's right here for her I want to, see you break it down I'm ballin', throw'n money around Link to comment Sosyal ağlarda paylaş Daha fazla paylaşım seçeneği…
ad3m Mesaj tarihi: Mart 17, 2008 Paylaş Mesaj tarihi: Mart 17, 2008 She is fuckin' Matt Damon sdfsdf Link to comment Sosyal ağlarda paylaş Daha fazla paylaşım seçeneği…
PhysX Mesaj tarihi: Mart 17, 2008 Paylaş Mesaj tarihi: Mart 17, 2008 I couldn't tell you why she felt that way, She felt it everyday. And I couldn't help her, I just watched her make the same mistakes again... Link to comment Sosyal ağlarda paylaş Daha fazla paylaşım seçeneği…
N-c Mesaj tarihi: Mart 17, 2008 Paylaş Mesaj tarihi: Mart 17, 2008 she wants to go home nobodys home thats where she lies broken inside Link to comment Sosyal ağlarda paylaş Daha fazla paylaşım seçeneği…
Marl0_on Mesaj tarihi: Mart 17, 2008 Paylaş Mesaj tarihi: Mart 17, 2008 She fucking hates me trust she fucking hates me la la la love I tried too hard and she tore my feelings like I had none and ripped them away c/p :))))99:))9.(:9. Link to comment Sosyal ağlarda paylaş Daha fazla paylaşım seçeneği…
KillJoy Mesaj tarihi: Mart 17, 2008 Paylaş Mesaj tarihi: Mart 17, 2008 She may be the face I can't forget The trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the sun on summer sets May be the chill in Autumn breeze May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day She may be the beauty or the beast May be the phantom or the feast May turn each day into a heaven or a hell She may be the mirror of my dreams The smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seem inside a shell She, who always seems so happy in her ground Whose eyes can be so brighter then so brown No one's allowed to she them when they cry She, may be the love that can't hope to last May come or leave from shadows of the past But I'll remember till the day I day She, may be the reason I survive The why and where for and a (lie) The one I care for through the ruff in many years Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears And make them all my souvenirs 'Cause where she goes I've got to be The meaning if my life is she She... She. elvis costello Link to comment Sosyal ağlarda paylaş Daha fazla paylaşım seçeneği…
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