Letra
Why do you keep calling
only when I say goodbye?
There's no reason for me
To remain your favorite toy
There's no one I know
who can stand by your side
Nor a cristal ball
to predict what's on your mind
You have no control
I was like a preacher
of your self contained church
Hearing the confessions
Of a shameless little girl
Everyone I know
Has a secret crush on you
Like a magic spell
That you cast with those brown eyes
I just lose control
I was like a preacher of your
Self contained church
Hearing the confessions
Of a shameless little girl
You've gotta reap what you saw
Music by: CAN CUN
