I bumped my head with my own fist the other day
I don't know what was it but it was totally gay
I've been always the little girl who wants to play
Now I'm still this girl but with a lot to say
I saw him the other day
Believe me his eyes were full of sun's rays
He walked and made his way
He smiled and said 'hey,'
He was on my mind the whole day
I tried pushing it away
But he is like a sticky clay
One day I'll surely make him pay
I'll make him fall and stay
And then I'll be his day.