It was that saturday
Where we met for the first time.
I took a look in a particular direction.
You got close to tell me something.
She turned me on.
On her own she stopped me.
I know that I'm not the first one.
How to know what she is thinking about?
Meanwhile I know what you are thinking about.
Already since that night when you told me.
And if you don't want anymore.
I know that you will repent your decision.
She turned me on.
On her own she stopped me.
I know that I'm not the first one.
How to know what she is thinking about?