He walks away with an arrogant stride

My cheeks burn a rosy red, He stole my pride

I'm happy it's gone. One can't be prideful in Love and Lust

My happiness is like a huge bubble, I'm waiting for it to bust

Though while I wait, I'll drink him in

Some might think it's a sin

How wonderfully happy will we be, dancing to the rhythm of our own beat

When we walk hand in hand down sidewalk streets