martes, 16 de febrero de 2010

This thing called love, i just can't handle it .This thing called love, i must get 'round to it. I ain't ready. Crazy little thing called love . This thing called love it cries like a baby in a cradle all night. It swings, it live, it shakes all over like a jelly fish. I kind a like it. Crazy little thing called love, there goes my baby. She knows how to rock and roll. She drives me crazy, she gives me hot and cold fever, then she leaves me in a cool, cool sweat. I gotta be cool, relax. Get hip, get on my tracks take a back seat, hitch-hike and take a long ride on my motor bike until i'm ready.

Crazy little thing called love .

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