sábado, 6 de junio de 2009

You got me in this situation, You got me backed against the wall. Caught in a web of your creation, I bet you set me up to fall. Once I thought about it, I figured out your wicked ways. There’s no doubt about it, You’d sell your soul to seal the case. You're the dangerous kind, Now look at what you’ve done to me, What you’ve done to me baby! You’ve gotta criminal mind, Your motive is to plant a seed, Now I'd kill for you baby.
You gotta shady reputation, From bed to bed to man to man. Once you deliver your temptation, No one can stop your master plan. Don't try to lie about it, I don’t believe a thing you say. The more you try to hide it, The more the lies show on your face.

1 comentario:

Luu dijo...

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