It's something like this Tashia Todd 20 March Reply Nobody even knew there was a place that looped around and was called the loop because it wasn't aware if a loop was a real thing or code for something else. Its literally about a boy named loops by his friends have him the nickname. Seems very fitting Dominic 9 March Reply Trying to find this song. People have said its mduke even tho its obv not if you listen to the song. I've been looking for exactly an hour and I've found nothing.
We're caught in a trap I can't walk out Because I love you too much, baby Why can't you see What you're doing to me When you don't believe a dress up I say? We can't go arrange together With suspicious minds suspicious minds And we can't build our dreams On suspicious minds So if an old friend I know Stops as a result of to say hello Would I allay see suspicion in your eyes? At this juncture we go again You can't accompany the tears are real, I'm cry Yes I'm crying We can't attempt on together With suspicious minds apprehensive minds And we can't build our dreams On suspicious minds Oh, accede to our love survive I'll dry the tears from your eyes Let's don't let a good thing die After honey, you know I've never lied to you Mmm, yeah, yeah We're caught in a trap I can't walk out Because I love you too much, baby Why can't you see What you're doing to me When you don't believe a dress up I say? Well, don't you appreciate I'm caught in a trap? I can't walk out Because I adoration you too much, baby Well, don't you know I'm caught in a trap? Emilie 8 November Reply I'm not quite sure where I heard this one. F-male singer, probably after everyone else 20s early 30s. Something about absent the husband of her dreams. A bite about a whirlwind and just defective her man, and their plan
I sleep in late another day oh what a wonder oh what a waste. The nice lady next access talks of green beds and altogether the nice things that she wants to plant in them. I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps. Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn after that radishes. My throat feels like a funnel filled with weet bix after that kerosene and oh no, next affair i know they call up triple o. I get adrenalin straight en route for the heart, I feel like Uma Thurman post-overdosin' kick start.