confessions of a temperamental partygirl with a wicked sense of humor
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Last night, I got jealous. Last night, I got drunk. Last night, I got kissed by sweetsweet lips. Last night, I realized that I actually wished that those sweetsweet lips was yours.
I can't help falling for you, over and over again. Everytime we touch, talk, walk. I'm falling, oh boy... I'm falling.
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