My pride, my ego, my needs and my selfish ways...
(...) But I just want you to know
I hope he buys you flowers, I hope he holds your hand
Give you all his hours when he has the chance
Take you to every party
‘Cause I remember how much you loved to dance
Do all the things I should’ve done
When I was your man!!!
A imaturidade tem o seu preço. É sobre isso.
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