They love him,
they shout for him,
they cry for him.
Of course, who wouldn't love him?
He's the vocalist
He has the looks,
the voice,
he has the charisma
Everyone swoons over him
But not me
No... My eyes are not looking at him
He is not the one holding my heart,
No... But the man behind,
The man who is surrounded by different types of drums,
The man who is hidden behind the star.
The vocalist didn't caught my eyes
It's the drummer
His beats follows the rhythm
My heart makes
He caught my eyes
and
Captivated my heart
And he is mine
My drummer.
