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Paroles de la chanson Obsessed par Chiara Foschiani
I got a boyfriend now
Would love to love him till death tear us apart
I’m the obsessive kind
Thinking how hard I want you to be mine
‘cos I’m yours forever now my love
At least until you betrayed and broke my heart
It happened before
I’ll bring back every pieces to your hands
Forgive each of your mistakes
‘cos I’d rather hurt with you in my bed
Than alone with mascara all over my face
I can’t stand other hands on your chest
You can’t stand another gaze on my waist
You turn me into some sort of psycho freak is it love or am I just obsessed?
Would love to love him till death tear us apart
I’m the obsessive kind
Thinking how hard I want you to be mine
‘cos I’m yours forever now my love
At least until you betrayed and broke my heart
It happened before
I’ll bring back every pieces to your hands
Forgive each of your mistakes
‘cos I’d rather hurt with you in my bed
Than alone with mascara all over my face
I can’t stand other hands on your chest
You can’t stand another gaze on my waist
You turn me into some sort of psycho freak is it love or am I just obsessed?
I am your girlfriend now
Would love to be a 10/10, I would do anything
Controlling my mood swings
I know hope will make It happen
I’ll bring back every pieces to your hands
Forgive each of your mistakes
‘cos I’d rather hurt with you in my bed
Than alone with mascara all over my face
I can’t stand other hands on your chest
You can’t stand another gaze on my waist
You turn me into some sort of psycho freak is it love or
Am I just obsessed?
I got a boyfriend
I’ll bring back every pieces to your hands
Forgive each of your mistakes
‘cos I’d rather hurt with you in my bed
Than alone with mascara all over my face
I can’t stand other hands on your chest
You can’t stand another gaze on my waist
You turn me into some sort of psycho freak is it love or
Am I just obsessed?
‘cos I’d rather hurt with you in my bed
Than alone with mascara all over my face
I can’t stand other hands on your chest
You can’t stand another gaze on my waist
You turn me into some sort of psycho freak is it love or
Am I just obsessed?
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