Feeling On Point

Only one thing can pick me up off my feet.

Not even a thousand balloons

Can reach the peak of this sick beat.

All the moons

Added togeher,

Not even a bird from the tip of its feather,

Can make me feel higher than my favorite tunes.


The way the sounds of music hit the air

Makes me move my hips

And lose every care.

When the words leave my lips

And my head is spinning around,

I have made it to the highest point,

And nothing can bring me down.








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