When I first met you, I thought you hated me
.I was asking myself why
Why does the pretty boy hate me?
Why does he stare at me like that?
And than, before I knew
You got over to me so much and too fast
Pretty boy with golden eyes
Oh my pretty boy
Wish we can be together for good
Knowing all about love and joy
Later, my pretty boy,
We talked for a little while
You kept coming out of nowhere
Runing a Marathon as if it was a mile
Your skin is pale
And strong red - your lips and eyes
Take me with you, pretty boy
Show me where the sun rise
אין לי משהו לסיים....אולי פעם אחרת?
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AKAlil
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