white trash med svart nagellack, de var vad min mamma sa
He lights a cigarette, his eyes half open
He won't be home tonight, but she keeps hopin'
Drinkin himself to sleep is his only way of copein'
She waits for him every night, she leaves the front door open
He keeps her photograph on his rearview mirror
She prays for him every night, she hopes that he can hear her
White Trash Beautiful, There's something you should know
My heart belongs to you girl
I know you coulda found you some better guy
I'll love you till the day I die
I swear to God it's true
I'm comin' home to you
He won't be home tonight, but she keeps hopin'
Drinkin himself to sleep is his only way of copein'
She waits for him every night, she leaves the front door open
He keeps her photograph on his rearview mirror
She prays for him every night, she hopes that he can hear her
White Trash Beautiful, There's something you should know
My heart belongs to you girl
I know you coulda found you some better guy
I'll love you till the day I die
I swear to God it's true
I'm comin' home to you
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Postat av: Anonym
hej finfin blogg, ska vi börja läsa varandras bloggar ? :)
Postat av: veronica
omg Wilma,(it is wilma,ight? ;o) so funny! :D
Postat av: Jinfi(:
aw va söt vovve(:
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