PLISSKENSITE: SEXO, MENTIRAS Y BLUE RAYS

CREEP

When you were here before
Couldn´t look you in the eye
You´re just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You´re so fuckin´ special

But I´m a creep, I´m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don´t belong here.

I don´t care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I´m not around
You´re so fuckin´ special
I wish I was special

But I´m a creep, I´m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don´t belong here.

She´s running out again,
She´s running out
She´s run run run running out...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You´re so fuckin´ special
I wish I was special...

But I´m a creep, I´m a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don´t belong here.
I don´t belong here.
07/09/2004 00:08 Enlace permanente. Tema: MusiK.

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