18 acessos
The night is filled with pretty girls
Dancing shoes and flying hair
Not one of them would refuse
To follow you up the stairs
You could have your pick of them
Why decide to pick on me
You promised me you'd stay away
You promised me you'd set me free
Pounding of my heart
Trembling of my hands
Somethings i'll just never understand
You know what to do to me
You know what it does to me
You know what to do to me
You know what it does to me
You know what to do; You Know what to do
The night is filled with shooting stars
I watch them fall