Sometimes, 'bout every twenty years. It comes, and everyone's in fear. We pray, and hope we will survive. If they don't like me then I die. No, I ain't talkin' 'bout style. Cause style can make
down, down, down, down . Oppa look at me, please gaze at me a bit . For me this style of talking is a first, ha . I did my hair, and I put on makeup too . But why are you, you, the only one who doesn't
. And it's so grammable, babe. I like your fashion style, it drives me crazy. Hey, you're my type. One and only, don't be Kylie, Palvin, Cara. Truly divine, new style in making. You got me fly high. So