Too used to that certain someone To offer my love to anyone new My excuse for not wanting no one Too used to being with you. When you lose a true love you treasure Other offers are just the past time You find a kiss just a cheap imitation The love they offers not real genuine. Too used to that certain someone To offer my love to anyone new My excuse for not wanting no one Too used to being with you. Some others arms may hold and caress you And some others lips may burn on my own While my eyes are filled with their beauty My heart inside will be crying alone. Too used to that certain someone To offer my love to anyone new My excuse for not wanting no one Too used to being with you......
Posted on: Mon, 08 Dec 2014 07:56:21 +0000