tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25553301533286367562012-02-16T16:03:40.499+02:00Lalanoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555330153328636756.post-38964270232797110652007-10-11T13:48:00.000+02:002007-10-11T13:50:45.601+02:00<div align="center"><a name="10"></a><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Real (get me for...)</strong></span><br />Come and take me<br />Come and love me<br />Come here and do those things to me<br />Come and hold me<br />And adore me<br />Come here and do those things to me<br />Come and feel me<br />Come and thrill me<br />You might pretend those things to me<br />Mistify me<br />Come and shy me<br />Come here and do those things to me<br />You've gotta get me for real<br />You've gotta get me<br />Come and take me<br />Come and love me<br />Come here and do those things to me<br />Mistify me<br />Come and shy me<br />Come here and do those things to me<br />You've gotta get me for real<br />You've gotta get me<br />I met him a long time ago<br />I felt<br />Immediately charmed<br />With his freshness<br />His way of looking<br />His hair<br />His shoes<br />He told me about his great adventures<br />Real or not, it doesn't matter<br />He called me love<br />Next he didn't want me<br />He called me queen<br />He didn't mean it<br />He bought me presents<br />I don't want them<br />He doesn't care<br />He told me everything<br />I don't know... anything<br />You talk too much, I said<br />I don't want your words I want your love<br />When I finally asked<br />If he really loved me<br />I felt a little shake in his eyes<br />A trembling breath<br />A fearful smile<br />He changed his rigid voice into a softly voice<br />And he whispered<br />And I said</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>The Gift</em><a id="10" name="10"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2555330153328636756-3896427023279711065?l=armariovermelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lalanoreply@blogger.com