jueves, 31 de octubre de 2013


but even still at times I wonder
what you're thinking of me.
You're probably sure I lost my mind.

I don't think it's very nice
to walk around my head all night.

You got me tangled like a braid tied-twisted
I don't think it's fair


I don't think it's very polite
to walk around my head all night.
You got me tangled like a braid tied-twisted
I don't think it's fair

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