sábado, 9 de marzo de 2013

Heart Attack

Putting my defenses up 'cause I don't wanna fall in love and If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack.
Never put my love out on the line, never said yes to the right guy, never had trouble getting what I want but when it comes to you, I'm never good enough.
When I don't care I can play him like a Ken doll, won't wash my hair and then make him bounce like a basketball, but you make me wanna act like a girl, paint my nails and wear high heels. You make so nervous that I just can't hold your hand.
You make me blow but I cover up, won't let it show.

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