a bite on the side of my lip
I always end up with a bite on the side of my lip
you go in
but i hug
like we did when we was in love
you run to your bus
all im asking is for one night
one night with no bite marks on my lip
just a kiss
and a hug
and tell me baby, your in love
that never happens in this part of town
i get an arkward kiss
and a no good frown
its not like you think theres anythink wroung.
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Lawrence13posted on 03/06/2008
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