Trouble Maker [Nat Romanoff Mb/S]

Strangers

//don't start the song yet

*bothering her best friend Molly* Please!

Molly:*annoyed*No

Por favor

Molly: no ya vasta, Natasha!

Come on Molly,you got a great voice. Plus its your favorite song

Molly:*sighs* yeah the one that made us friends....okay fine,but after that I'm not gonna sing again

Alright,though you got a good voice.

Molly: nu*grabs a microphone*

Nat: yes*grabs a mic and starts the music and camera*

//start the song now//

Nat:She doesn't kiss me on the mouth anymore
'Cause it's more intimate, than she thinks we should get
She doesn't look me in the eyes anymore
Too scared of what she'll see, somebody holding me

When I wake up all alone
And I'm thinking of your skin
I remember, I remember what you told me

Said that we're not lovers, we're just strangers
With the same damn hunger
To be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all
We're not lovers, we're just strangers
With the same damn hunger
To be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all

Molly:She doesn't call me on the phone anymore
She's never listening, she says it's innocent
She doesn't let me have control anymore
I must've crossed a line, I must've lost my mind

Nat:When I wake up all alone
And I'm thinking of your skin
I remember, I remember what you told me

Both:Said that we're not lovers, we're just strangers
With the same damn hunger
To be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all
We're not lovers, we're just strangers
With the same damn hunger
To be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all

I miss the mornings with you laying in my bed
I miss the memories replaying in my head
I miss the thought of a forever, you and me
But all you're missing is my body, oh

Said we're not lovers (we're not lovers)
'Cause we're just strangers
With the same damn hunger
To be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all

We're not lovers, we're just strangers
With the same damn hunger
To be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all (anything)

To feel anything at all

To feel anything at all
(You lost it)
(You lost it)
(You lost it)

*grins and stops the recording* see it wasn't that bad was it?

Molly: guess not....now buy me taco bell

....okay fine

Molly: yes! comida gratis!

*rolls her eyes and snickers*

-Gonna Bother Molly later