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
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.