In The Bus With You

Please look at me girl....

Are you shy or guilt......

Don't you like me..........

Do you really hate me??

If so then it means you LOVE to hate me na!!!!

Then say it happily, "I HATE YOU!"

But I love you!

Proceeding to a war, succeeding in my love
my heart rose and flew like a free bird dove
a book in the hands and I looking at you oh
Hosanna poetry flowed against cupid's foe
Tender hands and rosy cheeks glitter and make a joy
in the bus with you, it's so nice dear ahoy yeah ahoy

You stair up the bus or stir up my mind dear
swing of your hands do touch my mind , I fear
Your bag gently hitting me, pushing backward
scent of your morning spray, pulling me forward
Tender hands and rosy cheeks glitter and make a joy

in the bus with you, it's so nice dear ahoy yeah ahoy

we don't talk yet my mind blabbers a lot dear
it's not bluffing but trust me true, crystal clear
Mind writes a sonnet, my hands make a ballet
my heart and mindset move round you parrot
Tender hands and rosy cheeks glitter and make a joy
in the bus with you, it's so nice dear ahoy yeah ahoy

The bus takes a turvy turn and you fall a side
you move like a pendulum, yo I enjoy the ride
Like the one I'm writing, my mind has no rhythm
For this calculative mind, this needs an algorithm
Tender hands and rosy cheeks glitter and make a joy
in the bus with you, it's so nice dear ahoy yeah ahoy

You chat with the master, he buzzes something
I see and that's you, I understand him nothing
he poses a query for which my brain's not ready
Oh breath taking beauty, just keep it just steady
Tender hands and rosy cheeks glitter and make a joy

in the bus with you, it's so nice dear ahoy yeah ahoy

The vibration in the bus, you shake and spring
The lashes gently close and open, yup something
is there that ties and drags me to you tell me what
Friends call it madness, I feel it as love, judge that
Tender hands and rosy cheeks glitter and make a joy

in the bus with you, it's so nice dear ahoy yeah ahoy

Time comes to get down the bus and I feel sad
You don't turn to me, dear it is very much bad
But Thank God you didn't see me! Thanks to you
if you saw I would have told I think "I LOVE YOU"
Tender hands and rosy cheeks glitter and make a joy

in the bus with you, it's so nice dear ahoy yeah ahoy