When Will the Bass Drop?
Showing posts with label woodland treasures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label woodland treasures. Show all posts
I'm thinkin' I love the thought of you,
More than I love your presence.
And the best thing now,
Is probably for you to exit.
It's the boy you never told 'I like you'.
It's the girl you let get away.
It's the one you saw that day on the train,
But you freaked out and walked away.
And when the bass gets loud, loud, loud,
That is when I feel a part, part.
And when the world sleeps sound, sound, sound, sound,
Well the sound is the key to my heart.
