.If I told you that.
mercoledì, 11 novembre 2009 - 10:52 -

Che sorprese...A volte...

If I told you that I wanted to see you
And if I told you that I beg to please you
If I told you that I'll always keep you
What would you say


Now tell me how you feel if I told
You that I have feelings for you
And would it be so wrong to say
What's on my mind
I'm sorry I have to
We were friends but with time
What I feel deep inside for you has changed
But I'd give up on love, if I thought
That it was untrue for you

If I told you that I wanted to see you
And if I told you that I beg to please you
If I told you that I'll always keep you
What would you say


I know that we were just friends
But what if I decide to bring something in
I hope it won't offend the trust
We have 'cause I don't want this to end
If you think that we'll lose what we have
Then I'd just rather stay  the same
Cause I don't wanna choose
Between two of the most precious things to me


If I told you that I wanted to see you
And if I told you that I beg to please you
If I told you that I'll always keep you
What would you say


If we take this chance and extend
To each other romance
I hope it would be
The right thing for you and me

If I told you that I wanted to see you
And if I told you that I beg to please you
If I told you that I'll always keep you
What would you say


Would you be there for me
Could you dare to hold me
Will my feelings leave me
Lonely if I told you


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