Walking On Air


Wearin’ a see-through summer dress she shakes down her hair.
Letting the world know, she doesn’t care.
She’d let him know.
Told him to go.
Now she is mine and we’re walking on air.

Walking on air.

She’d make a blind man, stop and stare.
She makes all heads turn, everywhere (she goes, oh!)
She’s super sweet.
Only (got) eyes for me.
Now she is mine and we’re walking on air.

CHORUS

She flirts with me, devil-may-care.
She smiles at me, it’s a love affair.
Everyone can see.
Yeah, she’s with me.
Now she is mine and we’re walking on air.

CHORUS

©19.3.2014 Andrew Robert Chapman


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