Where's your heart. It's the one I'm breaking. Who's the boy. With the piercing in his tongue. . Where's my love. It's the one I'm thinking. Who's that boy.
So far, so good, ohh, well, so, you're in love what the hell?. Someday I can retry this gut rhetoric outtake. Why must I feel disgrace? Please wipe that smile off your face.
She said she doesn't want a boyfriend, she's better off with friends. She doesn't like getting hurt when serious relations end. He only wants to see her whenever she will permit.