Tuesday, November 10, 2009
CrushcRushcrUsh
"They taped over your mouth scribbled out the truth with their lies, your little spies,,,,,,CRUSH,CRUSH,CRUSH,CRUSH CRUSH {2,3,4} Nothing compares to a quite evening alone just the one , two of us who is counting on, that never happened I guess I'm dreaming again let's be more than THIS...."
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment