Now I know,
You will turn cold,
If I don't share my tip-tapping.
So, I have to get onto the keypad,
Looking to write,
About the passion,
That everyone loves' to hear.
Oh, gosh, you really wish,
To feel that cold step,
Well, here for you then.
My little flower will end.
I never said a romantic thing,
Just a little blossom to remember the spring.
Oh sorry, I meant my king ?.
