Gorgeous

It's funny how time flies like a green-eyed bird
'Cause I'm sure she gets anxious
Every time she looks at you
Spreading your wings made of foxy woods or fabrics
And maybe metal and artisanal leather

It's crazy that the 1 has turned into 3
It means it's been two years since a boy's life saved
Your lovely cheeks got a little plumpier
Honey, can you tell the refinement?

And it's good to know the ponytail that I get to see
Every time I feel like idling before going to college
Remains the same and pretty
'Cause I know the city makes everybody so sweaty

I hope you won't catch a cold
On your way home

You're a silencer to my gun of depression
A gorgeous montage my eyes admire

I hope you won't catch a cold
On your way home



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