Monday, March 09, 2009

Pretty, if the sun won't shine
I'll be coming up to meet you, I'll be there to make you mine
Pretty, if the rain will pour
I'll be knocking at your window I'll be begging you for more

It's as if you've come along too soon
And I'm trying to fit you in but I can't seem to find the room
Cutie, if it all falls through
We can piece it back together, I can learn to trust you too

You're just too good to lose
And I can't refuse
So dont make me choose between the two
I'm fed up in here in my atmosphere
Don't you know who you are
You're my shooting star

Pretty, teach me wrong from right
Bc in life there are no answers and in life there is no lie
Pretty, if the sun won't shine
now you've come this far to meet me and I know, I know you're mine

You're just too good to lose
And I can't refuse
So don't make me choose between the two
I'm fed up in here in my atmosphere
Don't you know who you are
You're my shooting star

Don't you know who you are, you're my shooting star

1 comment:

Natalie Kay said...

I like when you blog. Where are you right now? Still in Europe? I'm going to Boston next month for a historical teacher trip. How far away is Boston from you?