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He was young,
He was handsome,
He had all the others didn’t have,
He wore makeup and chains,
Every mothers fear,
But when he picked up his mike,
Every teenage girl fell so deeply in love...
Even she, who didn’t understand,
The language he sang,
She closed her eyes,
And dreamt of him...
And when his painted eye,
Winked at the camera,
Every girl screamed ‘aww’.
So loud that the world stopped,
Until the show was over...
For they all felt,
He was special...
Even she, who didn’t understand,
The language he sang,
She closed her eyes,
And dreamt of him...
His long hair longer than theirs,
They all prefer it their own way,
Spiked or flat, and he knows it,
He gotta love the attention,
Mmmm he loves the attention,
And it will never stop,
Not even if he should beg...
Even she, who didn’t understand,
The language he sang,
She closed her eyes,
And dreamt of him...
And he was so good at what he did,
That old enemies forgot the hate,
That had been with them for 60 years,
His ancestors may have taken my land,
May have given it back,
But that’s all forgotten,
When he sings his way into my heart...
Even she, who didn’t understand,
The language he sang,
She closed her eyes,
And dreamt of him...
Edited by Victim Of Love, 04 May 2008 - 02:36 PM.
