When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me. And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me, Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

martes, 25 de mayo de 2010

So 1, 2, 3, take my hand and come with me. Because you look so fine. And I really wanna make you mine. I say you look so fine that I really wanna make you mine. 
Oh, 4, 5, 6 c'mon and get your kicks. Now you don’t need that money when you look like that, do ya honey? Big black boots, long brown hair, she’s so sweet with her get back stare. Well I could see, You home with me, But you were with another man, yea! I know we,  ain’t got much to say, before I let you get away, yea! I said, 

Are you going to be my girl?

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