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mal drüber nachgedacht? |
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geschrieben am: 07.01.2002 um 21:23 Uhr
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You walk up to me and say
Feel like I know you baby
And then take a sip of your cherry coke now
Now who drinks a cherry coke
Maybe you're nervous
I see that bead of sweat dancing on your cheek
Your words are like cheap champagne
I get the point but it's much too sweet
I'm so tired of the dance
This carousel of superficial conversation
Gets me nowhere
So you can see my bra underneath my shirt
Watch the wind underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture, it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my eyes, don't see what I see
Touch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me
It's the human condition that keeps us apart
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
Yeah, everybody's got a story that could break your heart
Now who could read the mind of the red-headed girl next door
Or the taxi driver who just dropped you off
Or the classmate that you ignore
Don't assume everything on the surface is what you see
Cause that classmate just lost her mother
And that taxi driver's got a PHD
I'm so tired of the fear
That weighs us down with wrong assumptions
Of broken hearts, a natural function
So you can see my bra underneath my shirt
Watch the wind underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture, it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my eyes, don't see what I see
Touch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me
It's the human condition that keeps us apart
And everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my bra underneath my shirt
Watch the wind underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture, it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
So dig deep
Deeper than the image that you see
Dig deep
Lift the veil and let your true self breathe
Dig deep
Show the world the beauty underneath
See my bra underneath my shirt
Watch the wind underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture, it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my eyes, don't see what I see
Touch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me
It's the human condition that keeps us apart
And everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my bra underneath my shirt
Watch the wind underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture, it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my eyes, don't see what I see
Touch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me
It's the human condition that keeps us apart
And everybody's got a story that could break your heart
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| "Autor" |
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geschrieben am: 08.01.2002 um 11:22 Uhr
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liest die Zeilen und leis wieder verschwindet.....
Jule |
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