White Truck - 더 발룬티어스 (The Volunteers)

Cool trucker cap Nice eyes Shine bright, he stares Intense brown iris He drives a white truck Same height as him My head’s stuck I'm almost on my knees Head to toe He dresses nice I ain’t high Pretty chilled out I don’t know if it'll ever happen But somehow I just like the way he is Nothing guilty about this pleasure Never felt this pure, falling for someone Not much smoother Nothing's tailored about this moment I know you'll doubt, And he is hot Like the sun in July Nice curly hair He smiles Glides with his fin And I say, “Beer would be nice, yeah” But he offers a cup of tea instead Knows how to calm me down, rationally He's like a riddle He’s got me a little My name on his jacket, but he ain’t mine, yet Who knows if he ever falls in love Somehow, head over heels for me Nothing guilty about this pleasure Never felt this pure, falling for someone Not much smoother Nothing's tailored about this moment I know you'll doubt, And he is hot Like the sun in July Cool trucker cap Nice eyes Shine bright, he stares He drives a white truck Same height as him Head to toe He dresses nice He drives a white truck Same height as him

------ Source: genie Romanised by JHnimm