Bitter sweet sleep, street at me and then she bleats out a streak This just she got her weed But not a bong, tired? Dont we all just want a little piece of me and cum for me again
I think she might be the one
Now we sleep deep sheets what's going underneath Who was she, or who was he? Who reaped the of love this time? it all? Since I neither fuck it, or cover it Id smother it
To to where it goes Cause it'll come to it goes And when it comes to where it Well then it away
If it looks just like it, it smells just like it, it felt like it Well, then, it just be the one Well, if it looked like it, it felt just like it, you melt just like it And, then, it just be the one
(She might be the one, She might be the one, She just be the one, Just be the one)
It comes like echoes, it just like echoes, it goes just echoes, it goes like a ghost
Cause then she comes to it goes it will come to where it goes And when it comes to it goes Well it comes just like its told
Sally slipped again in with them there was not a of you to love You lied all this time we were Sleeping in the end Now we are dead but now it's time ... delivers in the got the medicine.
to just like it Smells like it It felt like it You might buy it
If it looks just it It sucks like it It just like it then is got to be the one
You me here You own me Youre only