I won't forget the time when I was in high school
and everybody laugh at me
they used to call me "Fool"
but suddenly I find her in the floor
and "Fool" turns into "Cool"
They all wanted to be my friends
because I owned her!
I started be in love with her
Kissed her every night with no pride.
She used to be the first thing I saw
when I opened my eyes in the morning
But one day I found that she is not the one
there are many like her
blazin' just like her,
beautiful just like her,
precious just like her
and I thought that I want them all.
that became to be my number 1 goal!

In this point off my life I owned many of them
but I still keep her like the first one
and i still love her
because
she was and will be
my first coin of 50 cents!
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автор: tzaklev
раздел: Лирика -> Лирика на чужд език
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