don’t buy me flowers, you don’t buy me drinks, you don’t drive me anywhere but totally insane. We used to talk for hours until the night was through, but recently your ego
is going through the roof. Maybe you need a wake up call cos’ you’re too comfortable, you think because you’re bad you don’t have to work at all. It seems like I gotta do wrong to get your attention but maybe when i call this man up you’ll finally start to wake up. I think i’m gonna have to cheat to keep your eyes on me but maybe if i make you jealous you’ll finally start to wake up. This is your wake up call, this is your wake up call so wake up wake up you better wake up. You’re underestimating the kinda chick i am cos’ I don’t have a problem finding someone else I’ll put my little black dress on and go out to the clubs and you wonder whats going on tomorrow when your boys tell you I was dancing with someone. You’re taking me for granted boy you’re really slacking if I see somebody i like I’ma have to grab ‘em time is running out but you need to do me right so I’ma get mine back you better wake up.
martes, 30 de junio de 2009
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