Post by Amey Mitchell on Jul 26, 2007 15:54:53 GMT -5
Amey was going club-hopping with her possy. She oredered a martini dry.
It was her usual drink. She sat at the bar waiting for her friends to arrive.
You are fine You are sweet But I'm still a bit naive with my heart When you're close I don't breathe I can't find the words to speak I feel sparks But I don't want to be into you If you not lookin for true love No I don't wanna start seein' you If I can't be your only one.