Rebel کے بول

He's different, yes different from others I know They call him a rebel but I love him so His got way's above you I don't understand And yet he's a rebel when he takes my hand My friends say I'm foolish that he's not my kind But his tender kisses have made up my mind He's different, he's different I'll have to agree But though he's a rebel he's just cried for me My friends say I'm foolish that he's not my kind But his tender kisses have made up my mind He's different, he's different I'll have to agree But though he's a rebel he's just cried for me (He's different...) Post: marcelaguapa