Boys Quote #6734717
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I should have bought you flowers, Should've held your hand! Should've

I should have bought you flowers,
Should've held your hand!
Should've given you all my hours,
When I had the chance!

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Inlovewhim

posted April 26, 2013 at 6:01pm UTC tagged with boys, crush, relationships, brunomars, lyrics

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His hand was making out with my arm!!!
I just want to be near him, touching him, holding his hand, kissing his lips because I know he'd be my boyfriend if we lived closer to each other.

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