I so hate men crying on the phone
and yet, I kinda love it;
sometimes I disregard the signs
and take the wrong way home;
sometimes I walk the right way
but reach the wrong home...
but in the end all that matters
is the people I love.
And that man on the phone.
and yet, I kinda love it;
sometimes I disregard the signs
and take the wrong way home;
sometimes I walk the right way
but reach the wrong home...
but in the end all that matters
is the people I love.
And that man on the phone.
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