There's a girl, thought she knew, what her life was going to do. Then she goes, and falls in love and throws it all away. But her man, can't decide, if he's made the right choice in life, so she comes home on day to find he's gone away. Walks around an empty town, sees his face coming around, every corner takes on a similar stay. Love is lost, life can burn, but your luck will return, but if you're dragging it down you won't know it's there. Put your heart back in your pocket, pick your love up off the floor. When your momma says you're stopping, but girl, let me tell you more: If he's 95 or 22, a boy's gonna do what he's gonna do. He says he don't love you anymore, so pick up off the floor.
Después de una mudanza, de 13 llamados a Arnet, de 5 materias rendidas (3 a febrero), de un total makeover de mi casa-cuarto, después de 4 entradas a Hoyts, de más de 26 películas, de más de 5 Vogue sacrificadas, de 1.234 minutos de celular, de ropa nueva, de planes inconclusos, de vacaciones, de un plan-en-proceso de corto, Volví.
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