martes, 10 de noviembre de 2009

She is so innocent, When she speaks I listen, She is my angel Sent from up above, She is my fire My only one desire She’s in the front row Well, she comes to every show, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh I want you know… SHOUT SHOUT SHOUT IT From the roof top let it out SHOUT SHOUT SHOUT IT Till the world can hear it now I don’t know what to say or do It’s so hard to scream it She punches me Her eyes are green Take my hand Follow my lead I know just What you’ll need Row sixteen, section three She’s cool, she’s hot She’s all I need Rules are lot The thing with me When she walks I’m begging please Hold my hand so they can see That she’s with me.

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