you and your orange shoes
making it's way to me and my eyes are glued
how beautiful this afternoon
sun on the sky, warm wind, and my melting vanilla ice cream
we're in the isolated street but full of burning feelings
on my chest makes me feel crowded and breathless
you and your orange shoes
standing in front of me
my creativity can't compete to your art you got
how your smile makes me feel something, how your eyes change its color along with your moods, how your body moves like ocean waves and swaying trees and how can you make a place I feel I belong too
You and your orange shoes
takes my youth and I give my love for you as I said "you are beautiful"
