Loving gold
It's became a slight obsession
That I regularly think of you
And the never ending question
I have to choose,
But don't know who...
I don't know why,
you make me shy,
You are so fly,
You make me high,
I need to try,
To get you by,
But i can't,
That makes me cry...
*Addicted To Gold*
That I regularly think of you
And the never ending question
I have to choose,
But don't know who...
I don't know why,
you make me shy,
You are so fly,
You make me high,
I need to try,
To get you by,
But i can't,
That makes me cry...
*Addicted To Gold*
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| Auteur: Code-Y | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 april 2007 | ||
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