sábado, 20 de febrero de 2010

She wants to be loved

Beauty queen of only sixteen, she had some trouble with herself. He was always there to help her, she always belonged to someone else. I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door. I've had you so many times but somehow, I want more. I don't mind spending everyday out on your corner in the pouring rain. Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while and she will be loved. Tap on my window, knock on my door I want to make you feel beautiful, I know I tend to get so insecure... It doesn't matter anymore. It's not always rainbows and butterflies. It's compromise, it moves us along. My heart is full and my door's always open. You come anytime you want. I know where you hide alone in your car. Know all of the things that make you who you are I know that goodbye means nothing at all. Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls. Please don't try, so hard to say goodbye.

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