lunes, 20 de diciembre de 2010

Youve torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough, but enough aint the test
Youve got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dudes
And I love your dress
Youre a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know? 
I said, how could they know? 

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