martes, 22 de mayo de 2012

your the smoke to my high and your the one I wanna marry

You can be the prince and I can be your princess
You can be the sweer tooth I can be the dentist
You can be the shoes and I can be the laces
You can be the heart that I spill on the pages
You can be the vodka and I can be the chaser
You can be the pencil and I can be the paper
You can be as cold as the winter weather but I don't care as long as we're together

















































And we're the Perfect two 











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