Yeah...

I'm on the second floor with a lock on my door

I'm looking at a picture of your face

The last time I looked you were looking really good

But somehow pictures fade

Then we're on the phone and we're all alone

But that just ain't good enough

I go around the world to see your face

'Cause this just ain't good enough

So I'm just kicking it

I'm counting the days

I hardly can wait

For us to hang out

I'm really missing it

In so many ways

I anticipate us making out

(Here comes another one)

Sip my morning tea but you're not next to me

Here goes another day

I'm driving in my car


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اضغط فوق هذه الأيقونة لترجمة الجملة بأكملها
