Mar 2, 2012

Everything

You're a falling star, you're the get away car. You're the line in the sand when I go too far. You're the swimming pool, on an August day. And you're the perfect thing to see.




Ah, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do. Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true. Cause you can see it when I look at you.



You're a carousel, you're a wishing well, and you light me up, when you ring my bell. 






You're every minute of my everyday.





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