sexta-feira, 19 de agosto de 2011


She had the man of her dreams
And some success
And she was so happy and looking well
It was this one dark night
That she slipped
And then the next morning
That she felt like a piece of sh-t

So she's, she's hanging out, and she's...
She's with the crowd, and she's...
She's travellin where the wind is blowing

Save my life, won't you help me?

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