Oh, look what we became
[...]
Well, I hope I was your favorite crime
'Cause, baby, you were mine
Oh, look what we became
[...]
Well, I hope I was your favorite crime
'Cause, baby, you were mine
se fosse só bonito não seria tão difícil
se fosse só bonito não seria tão difícil
Get a feeling
Something close to like a sugar rush
It runs through me,
But is it wasted love?
Get a feeling
Something close to like a sugar rush
It runs through me,
But is it wasted love?
No tissue
No string section
No tiny violin
No tissue
No string section
No tiny violin
I think that that's a sign
I'm losing self-control and it's you
It really is one thousand times
I look at your picture and I smile
How awful's that I'm like a teenage girl
I might as well write all over my notebook
That you rock my world
But you do, you really do
I think that that's a sign
I'm losing self-control and it's you
It really is one thousand times
I look at your picture and I smile
How awful's that I'm like a teenage girl
I might as well write all over my notebook
That you rock my world
But you do, you really do