Eight Billion Thoughts For You

Dancing King

Wind on my face

Your arms around my waist

Puerto Rican sound blasting through the window shades

Simplicity at its best

In those times I fell in love

When my smile couldn't be bought

Looking at you jumping into a pond

Never had I felt like myself before

Always trying to be like something I was not

Never had I laughed my ass off before

Feeling the sweat rolling off my curling hair

Dancing with you in the streets is another affair

Skin by skin, au naturel

Indeed, I fell in love with my best friend.