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May 24, 2005 12:07

I picked you out
Of a crowd and talked to you.
Said I liked your shoes,
You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?"

So it's up the stairs,
And out of view. No prying eyes.
I poured some wine.
I asked your name;
You asked the time.

Now it's two o'clock ( Read more... )

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glortw May 25 2005, 14:31:59 UTC
listen that is a great song. and i dont even like bright eyes.

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