domingo, 20 de noviembre de 2011

She, she ain't real. She ain't gonna be able to love you like I will,
she is a stranger. You and I have history or don't you remember?
Sure, she's got it all but baby is that really what you want? Bless
your soul, you've got your head in the clouds, you made a fool out
of you, and, boy, she's bringing you down. She made your heart
melt but you're cold to the core. Now rumour has it she ain't got
your love anymore. [...] She is half your age, but I'm guessing that's
the reason that you strayed, I heard you've been missing me,
you've been telling people things that you shouldn't be like when we
creep out and she ain't around. Haven't you heard the rumours?
Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds, you made a fool
out of me and, boy, you're bringing me down, you made my heart
melt, yet I'm cold to the core but rumour has it I'm the one you're
leaving her for. All of these words whispered in my ear, tell a story
that I cannot bear to hear. Just 'cause I said it, it don't mean I meant
it, people say crazy things. Just 'cause I said it,
don't that mean I
meant it, just 'cause you heard it.. Rumour has it.

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