Saturday, July 21, 2007

Oh...ya...Pasta

Looking at the phone...
& reading the msg u sent to me...
I was like a wood block...
My mind was pop out a lot of question marks...
And i Kept on askin "how...& how to cook..."



Oh ya....Pasta...
My sexy lady...
Oh ya...Pasta...
U damn spice...
Oh ya...Pasta...
Rape my soul...

Come on baby...
I am damn pity...
Touch me...
Hold me....
Kiss me...
Oh ya...my lips....
"Ur sexy shape is touching my heart...."

Oh my....Pasta...
My sexy lady...
Oh my...Pasta...
U're damn spice...
Oh my...Pasta...
Rape my soul...

Oh my baby...
I damn pity...
No touch...
No kiss...
No hug...
Oh my...my soul...
"Ur sexy shape is touching my heart...."

Oh my Pasta...
Help me...
Teach me...
Know me....
Oh my..."God"
I blind of u....