Wednesday, April 21, 2010



baby, you've got to be more discerning, i've never known what was good for me, baby, you've got to be more demanding, what are you holding out for? what's always in the way? why so scared of romance? this modern love breaks me. this modern love wastes me. Do you wanna come over and kill some time? Tell me facts, tell me facts, tell me facts.

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