Oh, i dont know how i call this
It is a different sort of bliss
When both my eyes met both of his
We matched like rye bread and Swiss
He was a lock, I was the key
Oh, his smiles give butterflies to me
He turned me to a bird that can be free
And to him, I shall flee
He said you are nice, you look nice
Like the blue, blue skies
Pour in some spice
So the food would taste better
He eyed me thrice, eyed my thrice
And then, he rolled the dice
And he gave me highs
When I was low, low, low, low
Yeah-oh-yeah-oh-yeah
He got me dancing on my head
My head, my head
Oh-yeah-oh-yeah-oh-yeah
With all the joy, ive become red
So red, so red
(Woo)
(Woo-ooh-ooh-woo)