FM Static
[Untitled Track]
I met you at the club that night
where I was spinning records
and my heart said hey now
hey now, hey now
yeah-ow-ow
You said you were pleased to meet me
Through the sweet smell of your perfume
It blew me away now
'way now, 'way now
yeah-ow-ow
Later on the week
We went out
talked under the stars
Until the next day now
hey now, hey now
yeah-ow-ow
You drank your Fruitopia
And we never ran out
Of things to say now
say now, say now
yeah-ow-ow
Every minute I'm not with you
I hope I see you soon
There's just
Something that happens
When you walk into the room
And instantly I feel so completed
Hits me right about the time
You kiss my cheek
And you give me this feeling
It's like no other feeling
but it knocks me off my feet
Please don't ask me what I like about you
'Cause it's every little thing you do
and I don't think
that there are any others out there like you
And I won't blink
Because that would mean I'd miss a second beside you
And maybe you know what I mean or maybe this is just a dream
I pinch myself just to make sure but I'm still here and there you are
I wonder why we just met met now it just kind of happened some how
But here we are together and that's all that matters in the end
And instantly I feel so completed
Hits me right about the time
You kiss my cheek
And you give me this feeling
It's like no other feeling
but it knocks me off my feet
Please don't ask me what I like about you
'Cause it's every little thing you do
And that's just the way you make me feel
You could never ask for too much
'Cause I traveled the world just to feel your touch and
That's just the way you make me feel
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.: Random Shtuffsez:.
"Inside joke. You're on the outside."
Hey, dingshell!! ^^; This is my random crup! w00tage!
What would you do if the best thing that happened to you ceased to exist?
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I'm prolly gonna ending typing some more songs tonight.. sweatdrop