viernes, 9 de octubre de 2009

Something in the way he moves, attracts me like no other lover. Something in the way she woos me. I don't want to leave him now. You know I believe and how. Somewhere in his smile he knows that I don't need no other lover. Something in his style that shows me. I don't want to leave him now. You know I believe and how. You're asking me, will my love grow? I don't know. Stick around and it may show, but I don't know. Something in the way he knows, and all I have to do is think of him. Something in the things he shows me. I don't want to leave him now. You know I believe and how.

Something - The Beatles.

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