sábado, novembro 04, 2006

Simple things

It's just the little things, The Incidentals.

It's like you wouldn't even notice when you were really turnin' me on, It's those little sparks that fly and then land like dynamite, It's just, it's just the simple things, pure incidentals, It's like breathin' on the back of my neck and makin' me feel weak inside. It's no, no matter how scared I am I know I'll be safe tonight.

You satisfy me in so many ways, so many ways, Mmm, so many ways, I can't count the ways.

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