You got me caught in all this mess
I guess we can Blame it on the Rain
My pain is knowing I can't have you
Tell me, does she look at you the way I do,
Try and understand the words you say
and the way you m o v e ?
Does she get the same big rush
When you go in for a hug and your cheeks brush
Tell me am I crazy, am I crazy?
I catch my breath
The one you took the moment you entered the room
My heart it b r e a k s at the thought of her holding you.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
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Posted by santos , maia ; at 9:48 AM
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