Love Story pt.1., by Laurent. Subscribe to rss feed for Laurent.


I saw her at the station
it was Saturday night.
I stared at her and when she looked at me
I was pretending I look around.

She had that yellow dress
She looked perfect.
Then she turned to window
just staring outside.

Then she sat on a train,
I followed every step she made
and I felt like she's the one
for me...

I sat right next to her
she was smelling so good.
She didn't even noticed
When I stared at her hair,
she's so great...

Suddenly the train stopped
and she picked her bag
she went outside,
but she dropped her wallet.
Inside of I found 
what's her name,
where she lives, why do I care?
I can't have her.  

I decided to return it 
to her.
As I was getting closer to the doors
my head was bouncing up and down,
my legs were slowing me down,
but I've manage to get the bell...

So I rang one or twice
I can't recall, 
oooh
She opened the door.
God, she was perfect.
I said I found wallet
you must have dropped it
She ask :''How long did it take you to get it back?''
I stood shocked,
it was like she left it on purpose, 
but I didn't know.
ooh


She invited me in
it was like I was dreaming,
I couldn't speak a word.

When I entered her home
she closed the doors,
then I knew it all.
She loves me 
Posted: 2013-01-15 21:53:28 UTC

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