Tuesday, March 27, 2012

I know you

I know what you did in Monday in the beach
Know everything, know how you like fetishes
I know you take many women a ride, many bitches
I know your lies and I know your way of  fresh rich

You don't get to lie for me because you're honest
When I had dinner with your parents I was called monster
You thought wrong ideas about me as if I was a loser
In this Monday, I'm walking away in Paris with your money....

I know as you can love someone really and forever
I know how, when and where you're feeling fever
You knew to make me happy and you were better
Love is anything that we lost when we loved
You don't get to lie for me because you're honest
When I had dinner with your parents I was called monster
You thought wrong ideas about me like if I was a loser
In this Monday, I'm walking away in Paris with your money....

But I think you never don't know one thing
You don't know for you I would do anything
You still would not wait or do something
You wanna love and forget everything, everything...

You don't get to lie for me because you're honest
When I had dinner with your parents I was called monster
You thought wrong ideas about me like if I was a loser
In this Monday, I'm walking away in Paris with your money....

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