martes

What a wicked game you play to make me feel this way?
What a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you?
What a wicked thing to say you never felt this way?
What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you?
World was on fire, no one could save me but you. Strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.
Nobody loves no one!