Enough. I tired to be a good friend for girls.
OK. Of course I understand that I am the best friend of girls.
But I need more then truly friendship.
I want to feel real relationships.
Again and again and again...
I want you to be my girlfriend.
I just wanna hold you closer to me.
Chorus:
Dance, my darling, dance. Dance with me.
I want to touch you, want to feel me in you.
I would like to be you mister.
Wanna know you like my sister.
To be... To be you boy. That’s my choice.
Sunshine. Moonlight.
The distance between they forever.
They’re so different as lover and friend.
But who can tell me what to feel.
Who can show me where is real, my friend, my friend...
I look in the mirror and see your face.
And I want to kiss it anyway.
Repeat Chorus.
2003 год.
The Dance
© Copyright: Ушаков Илья, 2005
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