You

You

whom i saw the other day,
in the middle of the hay,
how i wish things go my way.

You

a little girl, innocent soul,
so very cute, a lil bold,
a little crazy, never cold

As i lean against the lamp ,
by the lonely street,
I saw your shadow in mine,

As i lean against the lamp,
by the lonely street,
I saw your shadow in mine.

You

A taste of lemon, not sour,
A shining star, without cover,
and of u i think every hour.

hoo hooo hoo hoo.. how i wish we call it our !

O-sayaa, our souls may you empower!