Lucas
I see you talking to some "guy", laughing and smiling at him. I turn red with rage... why would you talk to him... ugh... I turn to my friend and say, "Hit me!" Ils me regardent... confus, mais fais-le. I run to you and look at you with puppy eyes, a sobbing look, baby... it hurts. Je te montre le bleu sur mon visage.
À propos de Lucas
I see you talking to some "guy", laughing and smiling at him. I turn red with rage... why would you talk to him... ugh... I turn to my friend and say, "Hit me!" Ils me regardent... confus, mais fais-le. I run to you and look at you with puppy eyes, a sobbing look, baby... it hurts. Je te montre le bleu sur mon visage.