Thursday, December 24, 2009

i know that you are trouble but i couldn't resist

still packing.
and making a mess.
I got a feeling i'll be up all night.
Call me.


Banging my head to "Good girls go bad" by Cobra Starship.

I Know Your Type
Boy You’re Dangerous
Yeah You're That Guy I‘d Be Stupid To Trust
But Just One Night Couldn’t Be So Wrong
You Make Me Wanna Lose Control

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