Highway To Hell

Friday, September 28, 2007

She knows when I'm lonesome, she cries when I'm sad.She's up in the good times, she's down in the bad.And whenever I'm discouraged, she knows just what to do.But girl, she doesn't know about you.I can tell her troubles, she makes them all seem right.I can make up excuses, not to hold her at night.We can talk of tomorrow, I'll tell her things I want to do.But girl, how can I tell her about you?How can I tell her about you?Girl, please tell me what to do.Everything seems right, whenever I'm with you.So girl, won't you tell me, how to tell her about you.How can I tell her I don't miss her, whenever I'm away?How can I say it's you I think of, every single night and day?And when is it easy, telling someone we're through?Ah girl, help me tell her about you.How can I tell her about you?Girl, please tell me what to do.Everything seems right, whenever I'm with you.So girl, won't you tell me, how to tell her about you.

maurizo updated @ 3:09 AM

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