She’s not me
“She’s not me
She doesn’t have my name
She’ll never have what I have
It won’t be the same, it won’t be the same
I should have seen the sign when you were here
Under a different light, it’s all so clear
She was stealing, stealing, stealing
And now you’re feeling, feeling, feeling
She started dyeing her hair
And wearing the same perfume as me
She started reading my books
And stealing my looks and lingerie”
Esse post é dedicado “aquela”que quer seu eu! Acho que não preciso dizer mais nada depois disso (risos).
