aimusic.one

[Verse]
In a little café on a Sunday morn
Sittin' by the window
Watchin' the world mourn
Got a plate full of pancakes
Smothered in syrup sweet
Sippin' champagne
Feelin' the rhythm in my seat

Eggs sunny-side up
Bacon crispy and hot
Toast golden brown
Spread with butter
Why not?
The sound of the toaster
The clink of the spoon
With every bite
I'm dancin' to the beat
So in tune

[Verse 2]
The bass starts pumpin'
The electronica kicks in
The folk melodies blend
Like a joyful violin
With each sip of champagne
My spirit takes flight
Feeling the groove
Everything just feels right