Post by alexandraflores on Feb 15, 2010 0:11:25 GMT
He loves when you put him on a pedestal,
He knows hes hot and he loves it when you tell them all.
He stands in the mirror,
He ruffels is hair,
Really hes making sure that he's still there.
Our Vainity is almost reflection,
Battles for the hair straightners,
and the perfect complexion.
I see him and he turnes to me,
My mind goes numb and my lips cant speak.
The look in his eye,
is nothing compared from the look last night.
His smile must me drawn on to his face,
other wise hes just the same old discrase,
that wanders round turning smiles upside down,
Without a care in the world
He knows hes hot and he loves it when you tell them all.
He stands in the mirror,
He ruffels is hair,
Really hes making sure that he's still there.
Our Vainity is almost reflection,
Battles for the hair straightners,
and the perfect complexion.
I see him and he turnes to me,
My mind goes numb and my lips cant speak.
The look in his eye,
is nothing compared from the look last night.
His smile must me drawn on to his face,
other wise hes just the same old discrase,
that wanders round turning smiles upside down,
Without a care in the world