quarta-feira, agosto 05, 2009

Shooting Star

Pretty, if the sun won't shine
I'll be coming up to meet you, I'll be there to make you mine
Pretty, if the rain will pour
I'll be knocking at your window I'll be begging you for more

It's as if you've come along too soon
And I'm trying to fit you in but I can't seem to find the room
Cutie, if it all falls through
We can piece it back together, I can learn to trust you too

You're just, to good, to lose and I can't refuse
So don't make me choose between the two
I'm better in here in my atmosphere
Don't you know who you are you're my shooting star

Pretty, teach me wrong from right
Cos in life there are no answers and in life there is no right
Pretty, if the sun won't shine
now you've come this far to meet me and I know, I know you're mine

you're just -to good, to lose and I can't refuse
So don't make me choose between the two
I'm better in here in my atmosphere
Don't you know who you are you're my shooting star

Don't you know who you are you're my shooting star


Air Traffic

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