My heart beat races like someone after a run, 

My face turnes a shade of red when we see eachother one on one. 

My fingers move like they are on the dance floor, 

only they want to hold your hands but are afraid to ask for.

Your hair is blound, like mine, as you can see,

Your eyes dark brown like a brass key.

But the thing I like most about you and me, 

Is your voice which sounds of the sea.

Your voice is soft, and sweet,

I could listen to it in the middle of the street.

Everytime I hear it I turn around,

and see your smile my head spins round and round