she's leaving on a Sunday.
oh, that leaves me one more night.
can I take you home?
I know it's wrong,
but I know your type.
she said.
she's leaving on a Sunday,
and I don't care--
I need to know where to turn.
I tried it once,
it never caught on.
I was the only one who got burned.
[take some advice.]
Thursday, November 25, 2010
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