Look at her
In that glamorous dress
Her hair in a tress
She'll unintentionally make my life a mess
My heart is pumping faster than a Bugatti
It's like a class of karate
I would love to wake up to the smell of Chapatis
Every morning
With you
I guess a man as sappy with me can just dream.
I got my homies, I got my team
I just need that one person that prevent me from feeling like Centime
But an amicable passim
Make the bottom of my heart a bream
It would end my dream
And turn it into reality
I'd rather you make my life a mess
Helping you through your life
Instead of being here alone trying not to overthink
I'm usually staring at the Sink
For a few minutes too long
Snapping out of it eventually