TRUE FOOL LOVE

What percentage of love is enough to call it love?
It’s a sin, but I’m lost in my thoughts, tick-tock.
Set the mood, a little rain on a sunny day,
My heart’s zigzagging, a true girl’s way.
A cute and invincible bell rings loud.

What percentage of love is enough to call it love?

Hold me tight like you’re asleep,
A daydream that feels like fiction.
Break the silence with a kiss so deep,
Indecision wrapped up in affection.
My heart aches, it’s tough to bear,
An unpredictable thrill in the air.

It’s true fool love! Hold me tight!
Gather your courage, my darling.
It’s not all fun and games, it’s up to me,
Once more smile, twice more chime,
Look this way, darling,
Let me dream with you,
Good luck, good luck, good luck.

Pretending to sulk, you’re feeling weak,
I’ll sing my true feelings, tears on my cheek.
A tricky balance, if you stumble, that’s unfair,
What’s with the cowardice? Why not dare?

What percentage of love is enough to call it love?

Ignorance surpasses expectations,
Moonlight shining on our something true.
You ignore the limits of imagination,
Feeling butterflies in the open blue.
Our destination is still a secret,
Accelerating this thrill, can you feel it?
A good vibe, that’s the buzz we seek.

It’s a real fool world, no escape in sight,
We’re in a tight spot, darling.
There’s no way out, let’s head to the future,
A secret smile, fate’s chime.
Sometimes dreams are just a whim,
Wake me up with your voice,
Good luck, good luck, good luck.

Let’s true love! Hold me tight!
Gather your courage, my darling.
It’s not all fun and games, it’s up to me,
Once more smile, twice more chime,
Look this way, darling,
Notice my pure love.