Baby I'm not made of stone..
It hurts..
Loving you the way I do..
It hurts..

HoLd tight it's a sing~a~Long..
I'm aLright, I'm aLright, but I couLd be wrong, Baby..
I know you remember me..
5'3 in the back of the Lavory, come on..
You couLd at Least try and Look at me..
Oh man, oh man, what a tragedy, Ha Ha..
Bang, Bang, there goes paradise..
I chiLL why We aLways had to roLL the dice, La La..




EmeLi Sande ~ HurtS