He was a little too shy, a little too nice. I told my friends he ain't my type,. But that was before he kissed me. . I never felt my knees grow weak. And I wasn't losing any sleep.
(Liz Hengber/Mark Irwin). he was a little too shy, a little too nice. I told my friends he ain't my type,. But that was before he kissed me. I never felt my knees grow weak.