Mood: silly
Speeding Kills Love
Dinner was fine, wine went though up your mind
Sitting with you in a flash of light, that moving up with intoxication sings…
My attempt was to get your attentions in time
Even if we are facing up the last supper of this nice dine
Look at me, boy
My smile will be last one to cover your crime
Posted by houseofdemons
at 12:01 AM NZT
Updated: Saturday, 4 April 2009 1:07 AM NZT
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Updated: Saturday, 4 April 2009 1:07 AM NZT
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