torsdag, januari 22, 2009

Valentines can't buy her

My love she speaks like silence,
With no ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.


Anonymous Anonym said...

that is crass. awful

Anonymous Anonym said...

aww. I walked down th aisle to this... any version is fine by me. The song is too good to be wrecked by any performer.


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