TrampInaTux

Blue bag, gentle walk
head to the side quietly talks
My eyes switch, divert to her
through the sea of other girls
How lucky that I must be
not a word and she falls for me
the truth is, and she knows it
love's a grower glad I chose her

CHORUS
Feel like shredding air
with blown kisses and fingers through her hair
Feel like shredding air
with blown kisses and fingers through her hair

Blue bag, gentle walk
head to the side quietly talking
I am quickly walking
over to her with nothing to say
how stupid I must look
dodging jeers and begging for luck
this could be either make or break
it will be a chance I take

CHORUS
Feel like shredding air
with blown kisses and fingers through her hair
Feel like shredding air
with blown kisses and fingers through her hair