Mylene, Mylene
My butterscotch queen
This summer
Could you be my girl
And I could be your king?
I beg your pardon
But I been loving you
Since first day of kindergarten
I blush when you see me
I cry when you sing
Cause when you sing, it's like...
It's like...
It's like how red velvet feel
That's how you sing^
; the get down ;