creedance
Falling for a Princess: Embracing Creedance
Lyrics
Monday is my new favourite day of the week 'cause it's when I meet you on Wellesley
Monday is a special day because it's when the speaker meets someone on Wellesley.
Your name and your photo make me smile, can't wait to talk to you about Harry Styles
The person's name and photo bring joy, and the speaker looks forward to discussing Harry Styles with them.
And butterflies in my mind, and my stomach is sick, wish I could kiss your lips
The speaker is feeling butterflies and nervousness, expressing a desire to kiss the person.
They say that love songs are for kings and queens but i'm falling in love with a princess, you see
Contrasting conventional love songs, the speaker is falling for someone they consider a princess.
Maybe I'm jumping too far ahead, but there's something inside singing Creedance
Despite the short time, there's a strong emotional connection referenced by the mention of "Creedance."
So even though we just met eye to eye, there's something inside that I can't fight
Even though they've recently met, there's an irresistible internal feeling.
So if you feel the same won't you give me your hand, take a leap of faith on Creedance
The speaker invites the person to reciprocate feelings and take a leap of faith based on "Creedance."
So hours start to go by, wind pushes us inside
The progression of time and external factors guide the unfolding of their connection.
Couldn't mess this up even if I tried
The speaker is confident that they can't ruin the situation intentionally.
And tea is on, curtains draw, and we're both laughing bout our favourite Beatles song
A cozy moment is shared, laughter over a favorite Beatles song strengthens their bond.
They say that love songs are for kings and queens but i'm falling in love with a princess, you see
Reiteration of falling for someone unconventional, a princess.
Maybe I'm jumping too far ahead, but there's something inside singing Creedance
Introspection on strong feelings denoted by the reference to "Creedance."
So even though we just met eye to eye, there's something inside that I can't fight
The unexplainable internal emotion persists despite the short duration of knowing each other.
So if you feel the same won't you give me your hand, take a leap of faith on Creedance
Repetition of the invitation to share mutual feelings based on "Creedance."
Some say we're strangers, but I feel I'm safer with you
Though others may see them as strangers, the speaker feels secure with the person.
I start to feel fate kick in, walk outside the rain falling till 2
Fate seems to play a role as the speaker senses a connection, with rain adding a romantic backdrop.
And as I float up into bed, your name echoes in my head
Retaining the person's name in the mind as the speaker goes to bed.
But in just one week, you'll forget about me, won't you?
Anxiety about being forgotten in a week, expressing a fear of unreciprocated feelings.
Cause I'm falling for someone else, to distract myself again
Admitting attraction to someone else as a distraction from intense emotions.
Romantic gestures turn into dirt, it's like I'm playing pretend
Romantic gestures losing meaning, feeling like a facade or pretense.
Oh, Creedance one day you'll brag about this song, you might even try to sing along
Anticipating the day when "Creedance" becomes a cherished memory or source of pride.
They say that love songs are for kings and queens but i'm falling in love with a princess, you see
Reiteration of unconventional love, falling for a princess.
Maybe I'm jumping too far ahead, but there's something inside singing Creedance
The persistent internal emotion linked to "Creedance" despite the short acquaintance.
So even though we just met eye to eye, there's something inside that I can't fight
Invitation to share mutual feelings continues based on the emotional connection referenced in "Creedance."
So if you feel the same won't you give me your hand, take a leap of faith on Creedance
Repetition of the plea for mutual feelings and a leap of faith based on "Creedance."
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