I will tell you many times, but there is no rhythm. I feel ashamed of yourself and you have to make your broken feelings or may hate us, but when we talk to sap, you call me with smiles and good feelings with you.
I have told you many times But no rhythm I feel ashamed of myself and palate as well as make you feel bad. Or maybe we hate But when we talk telephone. You make me smile And feelings with you always.
I'll tell you several times, but no rhythm. I feel ashamed to myself and you and make you feel bad or may hate us. But when we talked on the phone, you make me smile, and a good feeling about you.