K-POP Lyrics Song

MoccaTwist Me Around

Strolling along down the road
in the evening with the
moon and the sky
Hey diddle diddle the cat
on the fiddle my heart
jumps over the moon

My hands are held
while we're crossing the street
It's all I could hope for
Seeing your smile
when I tickle your tummy is
all I ever wish for
Sometimes you're sweeter
than a pie made of lemon
But sometimes full of secrets
like Clark Kent
Twist me around
All I need is someone
who's willing to stroke my hair
Like a soft blowing breeze
My poor sentimental side
Twist me around

Strolling along down the road
in the evening with the
moon and the sky
Hey diddle diddle the cat
on the fiddle my heart
jumps over the moon
I've always dreamed of being
couple like Daisy
and the famous Donald Duck
Harry and Sally or
Bonnie and Clyde
all you have to do is knock
Sometimes you're sweeter than
a pie made of lemon
But sometimes full of secrets
like Clark Kent
Twist me around
All I need is someone
who's willing to stroke my hair
Like a soft blowing breeze
My poor sentimental side
Twist me around
All I need is someone
who's willing to stroke my hair
Like a soft blowing breeze
My poor sentimental side
Twist me around

Strolling along down the road
in the evening with the
moon and the sky
Hey diddle diddle the cat
on the fiddle my heart
jumps over the moon

My hands are held
while we're crossing the street
It's all I could hope for
Seeing your smile
when I tickle your tummy is
all I ever wish for
Sometimes you're sweeter
than a pie made of lemon
But sometimes full of secrets
like Clark Kent
Twist me around
All I need is someone
who's willing to stroke my hair
Like a soft blowing breeze
My poor sentimental side
Twist me around

Strolling along down the road
in the evening with the
moon and the sky
Hey diddle diddle the cat
on the fiddle my heart
jumps over the moon
I've always dreamed of being
couple like Daisy
and the famous Donald Duck
Harry and Sally or
Bonnie and Clyde
all you have to do is knock
Sometimes you're sweeter than
a pie made of lemon
But sometimes full of secrets
like Clark Kent
Twist me around
All I need is someone
who's willing to stroke my hair
Like a soft blowing breeze
My poor sentimental side
Twist me around
All I need is someone
who's willing to stroke my hair
Like a soft blowing breeze
My poor sentimental side
Twist me around

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