ANA LAURA: Mi compinche, el uvita

viernes, 14 de noviembre de 2008

Mi compinche, el uvita

Fue solo una noche alocada, donde me hice amiga del uvita. Juro que no vuelve a pasar, jajaa

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Anónimo dijo...: Queeee nocheee! por dios, te adoooro aneeeeet chusmeeeeet.!; 17 de noviembre de 2008 a las 6:44

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If you gave me just a coin For every time
We say goodbye
Well I'd be rich Beyond my dreams,
I'm sorry for my weary life I know
I'm not perfect But I can smile and
I hope that you see this heart
Behind my tired eyes
If you tell me that I can't,
I will, I will,
I'll try all night and if I say I'm coming home,
I'll probably be Out all night I know
I can be afraid But I'm alive and
I hope that you can trust
This heart Behing my tired eyes
I'm no angel,
But please don't think that
I won't try I'm no angel,
But does that mean that
I can't live my life I'm no angel,
But please don't think
That I can't cry I'm no angel,
But does that mean
That I won't fly
I know I'm not Around each night and
I know I always Think I'm right
I can believe that you might look around
I'm no angel, But please don't think
That I won't try I'm no angel,
But does that mean
That I can't live my life
I'm no angel,
But please don't think
That I can't cry I'm no angel,
But does that mean that I won't fly