juliedacruly

Another firday night and i have nothing to do I'll drag myself away so i can down a few Seven, eight and im across the floor I look into your eyes, why dont they shine anymore? And your all that i want After ten, and thats how it should seem You'll be beautiful if i drink this glass And your eyes will be mine and we will come to pass But they're not, and this will never happen to me. Start to wonder do i stand a chance Would the answer be yes if i had ask you to dance? Or would you just pretend that im a fault in your style So i'll just sit and leave it to chance (Thats how things are and they will never change) You'll be beaut