What have I got to do to make you love me What have I got to do to make you care What do I do when lightning strikes me And I wake to find that you’re not there
What do I do to make you want me What have I got to do to be heard What do I say when it’s all over And sorry seems to be the hardest word
It’s sad, so sad It’s a sad, sad situation And it’s getting more and more absurd It’s sad, so sad Why can’t we talk it over Oh it seems to me That sorry seems to be the hardest word
What do I do to make you love me What have I got to do to be heard What do I do when lightning strikes me What have I got to do What have I got to do When sorry seems to be the hardest word
Bong would love oun to be close n share all hunam being but one recent oun too young n much beautiful, those make bong scare our love will end like a flowing of water, but bong love oun forever...
Bong would love oun to be close n share all hunam being but one recent oun too young n much beautiful, those make bong scare our love will end like a flowing of water, but bong love oun forever...
Hi dear many thk for ur photo comments,..love to hear from u. M doing fine, just not hv time to play much on here. How abt u? How is class? Gud luck na., Mizz ya
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