sábado, 20 de novembro de 2010
Red Carpet
I open my wardrobe, my best shot gala dress, and my closet, his shoes brighter, hair that perfectly tidy, the makeup has to be simple but looks to call, leave my house to get into the limousine, within a few minutes, I put my feet out of it, and my feet back on the red carpet. It's so magical, I feel beautiful, a river of fame, the flash focus for me, I stepped on the red carpet. It's like stepping on the road to fame. Yeaaah, it's better than to hold a pillow illusions. I feel amazed, and am the star of the night. The moon sings to me. Because I'm treading the red carpet, the carpet of Fame, fascination, where the steps shine even stumble out the red carpet with the color of fame, is the red carpet.YEAAAAAHH, best night, feeling better, baby, I'm stepping on the red carpet.
Fairy Tale
I will rebuild, they cry for you not no more. We are already mature enough to realize that "once was" reached "the end". But if we do not want to put an end to love, We can see who is more than: the power of life or the power to cry for you. If I could turn back time, would never have said that, I would not have let you go, I beg you to stay with me, forever. Without you, the world stops. But I recognize that the "fairy tale" Life is actually the villain of the story, because my love was so deceived, that when we arrived inour goal, a certain someone, just about everything: my sanity, my love and my will to live. Oh, give me courage to resume my "fairytale"Yeaahh, the fairy tale of Cinderella, which replaced the glass slipper for her love. She will find it again? I hope you give me strength to redo my fairy tale. Oh, yeaahh, the fairy tale of Cinderella, When you smile, I fall apart. The times will not return. I need to end this dream of a fairy tale. Yeah.
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