may be it was the day before yestoday,

 

shatian.

get-together.

supper..

 

very happy.

 

 

You’re a song
Written by the hands of God
Don’t get me wrong couse
This might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place
Where all my thoughts go hiding
And right under your clothes
Is where I find them

Underneath your clothes
There’s an endless story
There’s the man I chose
There’s my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such agood gril honey

Because of you
I forgot the smart ways