Montag, 16. August 2010

what you got boy, is hard to find.

What you got boy, is hard to find.
I think about it all the time.
I'm all strung out, my heart is fried. 
I just can't get you off my mind.
 

I don't care what people say
The rush is worth the price I pay
I get so high when you're with me
But crash and crave you when you leave
 

Hey, so I gotta question..
Do you wanna have a slumber party in my basement?
Do I make your heart beat like an 808 drum?
Is my love your drug? 


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