How We End
"Of 2002, oo-ooh.
We were only eleven, but acting like grown ups.
Like we are in the present, drinking from plastic cups.
Singing love is forever, and ever,
I guess that was true, oo-ooh." He sang with a playful tone.
But his voice was good nonetheless.
"Come on, Chip. Sing along with me." He smiled at me.
Dean and I both sang together;
"Oops, I got 99 problems sing bye, bye, bye.
Hold up, if you wanna go and take a ride with me,
Better hit me baby one more time.
Bab Populer