All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
A girl in a white satin dress
Twirling, dancing to the tune
Fingers of both hands strumming to the beat
The music embedding itself deeper and deeper into her memory
Rays from the evening sun creating a silhouette of the graceful ballet
Her hair, beaming, bouncing off her face with each single twirl
An innocent, yet pure smile etched on her face
No worries, just the simple melody she hums along to
And her soft hand gets caught by another, stronger, more protective
Their fingers tangled, making a perfect combination
Turning around, those glistening eyes meet with those of a loved one, a soul mate
A returned smile, more than what she needs now
A young boy, a companion, gliding his feet smoothly and silently with her
A perfect match, a perfect dream
And that's how the chorus makes me feel. =)
I'm practically loving this song so much now.
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