Maybe (Tell Me, Sister)
Contributed by
Alexa_Bachtel
on
Tuesday, 13th April 2010 @ 02:17:12 AM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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Won'tcha, please, tell me oh my sister, Why do I like so much to be his mistress, Without second thought 'bout something more? You know, my sister, that I'm so damn glad, To be the one he holds so tight inside his arms, But he ain't ever told me that he is in love.
Oh maybe, just maybe, maybe, Deep inside his heart he thinks me his baby, Oh maybe, just maybe, maybe, The only thing he dreams about is me, So tell me, tell me, oh my sister, Why is this just maybe, maybe.
He knows he could have been the one, I'm gon' be thinking 'bout for sure as I get in, Cos I can't close my eyes without my fantasies, About just one more night inside his tender arms, So tell me, tell me, oh my sister, please, Why is he acting so indifferently, Whenever all my roads lead me right to him?
Oh maybe, just maybe, maybe, Deep inside his heart he thinks me his baby, Oh maybe, just maybe, maybe, The only thing he dreams about is me, So tell me, tell me, oh my sister, Why is this just maybe, maybe.
I am not telling I ain't complicate In so many different ways, oh yeah, I'm so much headstrong and each my little step To figure 'em out is just another mistake That leads me to nowhere, so blindly So tell me, oh my sister, how is that?
Oh maybe, just maybe, maybe, Deep inside his heart he thinks me his baby, Oh maybe, just maybe, maybe, The only thing he dreams about is me, So tell me, tell me, oh my sister, Why is this just maybe, maybe.
Oh, maybe, maybe, maybe...
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