Ravin

by Pablo   Jan 20, 2005


Night life
Parties
Cigarettes
Bacardi

Cute boys
Jealous Girls
Lots of noise
In our own world

Music pumping
Bodies touch
Club is jumping
What a rush

Lights raving
Up in this spot
Its blazing
So hot

Every things a blur
Continue to dance
Talking is a slur
This is my romance

If theres one thing
That I love
First my friends
Place nothing above

But besides that
Its the times we have
Mostly good
But sometimes bad

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