Your voice is like sweet-tasting hunny

You always make me smile, and God! you are so funny

You can't let down your friends in Backstreet Boys

The fans won't let you, it's really not a choice

You can't let your heart,

Tear you apart

You must be strong,

write your feelings in a no.1 song

We pray for you, that you'll be allright

So you can get back on stage and dance allnight

Take care of your precious, little heart

Go to the hospital, and tell the doctor to start

Your fans'll be with you all the way,

And this was all I had to say:

GOOD LUCK, B-ROK!!!!!




marteny@online.no
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