Boys don't cry they prefer bawlin not shot callin. Teardrops fallin, Iâm jonesin harder than gollum, please god say that's London callin.
why ya gotta be so far away, why do plane tickets gotta cost an arm and a leg, maybe i should save a couple dollars a day, so without delay, i can look at your face, smell your hair, rest my hand on your neck, never mind neckin, you know that comes next Iâll buy you a dress at that place owned by dodi fayed. give ya head every night before bed. but you might dig mc, might think me to brash or condescending, a sad finish. Without taking a first step, hard to avoid saying something that I will regret but I bet that we would hit off great I could come to you, or you could come to the states, get you a job at mtv, whatever you need, Iâm a slave 4 u like Britney was to jt romance is a cruel trick. playin me like school kids, don't know if I should do this, if i'm stupid or just foolish, can't hut peruse this, despite you being half a world from me, what I wouldn't give to sit and sip a cup of tea, while you nibbled on a crumpet, Iâd love it indeed, sincerely yours,
Boys don't cry they prefer bawlin not shot callin. Teardrops fallin, Iâm jonesin harder than gollum, please god say that's London callin.
