Sunday, 17 July 2011

READ MY LIPS. MY THOUGHTS ARE ON MY LIPS IN THE WORDS WALK. SOMETHING LIKE THIS, THIS PUMPKIN ENGLISH TONE DOESN´T SPEAK AMERICAN, GRAMATICLY AND CORRECTLY



PLEASE, KISS MY WORDS AND MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.
READ, LIPS, THOUGHTS, WORDS, WALK.

NO MATTER WHAT YOU´LL DO, I´M SO IN LOVE AND WE MUST WIN THIS GAME.

LADY, YOU´RE WRONG AND WE CAN TELL IT,
SILVIA DOES´T HAVE THE LIPSTICK TOUCH IN HER MEMORY, SHE HAD THE TASTE OF MY LIPS, IT´S THE TRUTH, NOT THE LIPSTICK.
 I STILL HAVE THE TASTE OF HER LIPS IN MY MEMORY, TASTE ENOUGHT TO REMEMBER HOW TASTEFULL THEY ARE.
IN THE OTHER DAY I SAW HER, SHE SEEM TO BE CHERCHING SOMETHING, SHE WALK AROUND AND THEN,  SHE LEFT, SHE LEFT WITH A BRIGHT IN HER EYES AND WITHOUT A WORD.
MISTERY.

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