Feelin' like I am on the moon ‘Cause that girl generated sonic boom Uh, she says she has nothing but music But I know that she has never been wounded, too Whoa, the fire in her Won't be blown out And it brilliantly flickers No, our candles are getting even brighter Uhh, she rings the bells in silent night That is like a fine verse in a piece of poetry Let us hear the song, all along It'll take the world by storm She indulges her fame And manipulates it like an easy game Euphony is in her mind I witnessed how she colored a sound Uh, it was by a stunning, well practiced hand As it were, an innocent child playing on the sand Whoa, the fire in her Won't be blown out And it brilliantly flickers No, those petals are getting even greater Though you're tired of tasting vanilla All you hear is the sweet voice of a lovely stanza No one knows if the flower was bougainvillea She'd survive even in the middle of savannah Uhh, she rings the bells in silent night Exactly like a fine verse in a piece of poetry Keep releasing masterpieces The fingers on the keys are leaping and glistening Oh, how great to be a part of the sound Turn a willing ear To those steps she walks on the runway We're all carried away Fills the hollow, and just stands like a willow Bougainvillea She'd survive even in the middle of savannah The flower is, now, passionately in all her glory Feelin' like I am on the moon ‘Cause that is just like my favorite perfume