ملاك

“ You’re writing lines about me, romantic poetry. Your girl has got red in her cheeks, ‘cause we’re something she can’t see. And I try to refrain, but you’re stuck in my brain. And all I do is cry and complain, because seconds aren’t the same. I’m sorry, but I fell in love tonight. I didn’t mean to fall in love tonight. You’re looking like you fell in love tonight. Can we pretend that we’re in love? ”