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Boutique Lights (IceMel & Pati Ence) 1 by Mary

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Boutique Lights (IceMel & Pati Ence) 1 by Mary - Afropop music cover art

Boutique Lights (IceMel & Pati Ence) 1

Afropop

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Oh-oh-oh-oh
Ha-ha-ha
Oh-oh-oh-oh
On a warm Osaka morning, Kyro wrote away,
Iceman walks slow, heart ready to take,
A boutique door swung with a chitting breeze,
Wax print colors, sunlight through the leaves,
Party hands behind the counter,
Smile like Don, hands on the fabric,
A song already drawn,
Shop smelled of jasmine, ink and fresh thread,
He froze on the threshold, every word unsaid,
Eyes locked, a small laugh, a quick hello,
His pulse on a rhythm, heard she'd tamed, stole the show,
He whispered soft, she tilted her head,
Two strangers stitched the story with words unsaid,
Thunder blue tea lights, ice melt to flight,
Party shaking, turn it light to gold,
Short beats, bright streets, hearts in sync tonight,
Ah-di-ah-di-wi, the only name he ever told,
Oh, that the blue tea lights, colors overthrow,
A beating look and the whole town knows,
Yeah, she shows him orange sunsets, folded in quad blue,
Like the cop from Ava, patterns that talk,
He jokes about the scene, she laughs and moves close,
Oh-oh-oh-oh
A hand on a print, the whole world's slow,
She tells him stories, her markets by the bend,
How mothers buy prints, how lovers mend,
He offers a coin, she folds it away,
Says, walk with me, afterward, we'll watch today,
I never thought a shop could feel like home,
She, I never thought I'd pass her by,
I would stay and roam,
He, can we keep this color in our pocket forever?
She, if you're brave, we'll stitch it in together,
Thunder blue tea lights, ice melt to flight,
Party shaking, turn it light to gold,
Short beats, city heat, the laughter,
Ah-di-ah-di-wi, you stitch to my story,
Seam by seam, adore the blue tea light,
Fabric spill and flow,
The names like the song the street vendors hold,
Light bell, the sewing machine on the dial,
Patsy hesitated, what if love means leaving her out?
He thought of late trains and stages far away,
But the way she tied the wrap, asked him to stay,
Thunder blue tea lights,
Thunder blue tea lights,
Thunder blue tea lights,