Friday, 10 June 2011


Stop talking, start walking,
I just wanna sing,
On the dance floor,
I love you to death dearest,
But you are sometimes a real pain,
And I refuse,
To be bound by your chain,
The waves crash onto the shore,
And yet I still love you,
More and more,
But sometimes I need my space,
So just, for once, give up the chase,
I just need some room,
You know that I'm a flower in full bloom,
So sit, stop walking away,
There'z something I gotta say...