Some people want it to happen, some wish it would happen, others make it happen.
Sunday morning you are mine,. you make me feel so happy and fine,. Sunday morning you give me time,. to think about whats in my mind,. Sunday morning make my days,. Its a day where I Can sleep,.
And All the rain in the tragedie, is heavy and can change the point of view. You but your arms around and start to bleed , just to fell someone Care for you.
Why not naked, Yeah. Why not walk like mother nature made us... Why not feel free, to do whatever you want, Why not let us all be diamonds, Why not let us all stand together.
You like to play, You like to make love, You like to pretend, You think you are a masterpiece, You just want to be loved, And you love to love yourself.
I've always wanted to be somebody, to be somebody special, to be somebody you will notice, to be somebody you could love.
Something strange are around, not only in my mind, cause I can see it makes everyones go blind. Maybe it's the Sun, Moon or Rights, or even something behind, but i'm tired of being blind.
Sometimes we make it Easier to leave each other, but just for a while. Sometimes we stop each other to grow, just by reminding, who, what or how we used to be. Change is not every ones favorit friend.
I know, that no ones think you’re perfect, I know everything dark was following you; but I saw something special in you, something beautiful, that make my heart and body to want you.