Picture perfect memories,
Scattered all around the floor
Reaching for the phone 'cause,
I can't fight it anymore
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
It's a quarter after one,
I'm all alone and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call
but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without,
I just need you now
Another shot of whiskey,
can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping
in the way you did before
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
It's a quarter after one,
I'm a little drunk,
And I need you now
Said I wouldn't call
but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without,
I just need you now
oh ohhh...
Yes I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all
It's a quarter after one,
I'm all alone and I need you now
And I said I wouldn't call
but I'm a little drunk and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without,
I just need you now
I just need you now
Oh baby I need you now...
Scattered all around the floor
Reaching for the phone 'cause,
I can't fight it anymore
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
It's a quarter after one,
I'm all alone and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call
but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without,
I just need you now
Another shot of whiskey,
can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping
in the way you did before
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
It's a quarter after one,
I'm a little drunk,
And I need you now
Said I wouldn't call
but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without,
I just need you now
oh ohhh...
Yes I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all
It's a quarter after one,
I'm all alone and I need you now
And I said I wouldn't call
but I'm a little drunk and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without,
I just need you now
I just need you now
Oh baby I need you now...
um máximo suas palavras são do profundo coração tenho uma dica:
ResponderExcluirNão me peçam misericórdia, não me dêem sermões, não me chateiem. A minha maneira de ser é
diferente , e depois???
Se sou alérgica, não?? Sou viciada em alguma coisa?
Sim, nas minhas maninhas.
Lembro-me do testamento. Pois… As minhas
riquezas, amor e a maneira de ser, estão em vossos
nomes…
Não me julgo, nem nunca irei me julgar. Adoro-me!
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