On The Hood Of His Car...
There are things you should know,and things I have to say...
I should probably warn you
that things will never be the same...
It all started one night,
we were looking at the stars...
It all started one night,
on the hood of his car...
I know its bad,
I know you thought I would be true...
But when he touched his lips to mine,
I had not one thought for you...
I could stand here and say
how sorry I am,
how Ill change, how I love you,
how I'll never see him again...
But Im not and I wont
and I did and I will...
I would if I actually
had the strength to feel nil...
But what started one night,
when we stared at those stars...
What started that night,
on the hood of his car...
When he touched his lips on mine...
When I didnt think of you...
If I told you I didnt like it...
Then I wouldnt be saying the Truth...
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