歌詞

Ding-dong, GURU! GURU! GURU! GURU!

Swirl, swirl, butterflies don’t sleep

Gym lights on you, glitter-sweat, slow-mo glow

Sneakers go squeak, and my pulse says “go!”

Serve goes bam! and the scoreboard shines

Didn’t see you like this—now you hijack my mind

Time-out smile, towel in your hair

“Need a cold drink?”—oh no, I stare

One silver drop on your jersey line

I look away… then look back every time

Is it too soon to name it, or do we keep it low-key?

My heartbeat aced the test—no retake for me

Friends-plus maybe? Lovers-minus still?

Sweet & sour after-school, I like this thrill

Swirl, swirl—my heart’s on shuffle

Situationship, no-label couple

Could you be my boyfriend, say it out loud?

…But this soft-launch love is kinda proud

Swirl, swirl—I can’t stop spinning

Yes/No borderline—are we winning?

Eyes lock once and the hallway blurs

For now I like this distance that purrs

“Here’s the trick,” you whisper, leaning in close

Ten-centimeter cheek-to-cheek—almost

Pen goes click-click, I try to play cool

Half of your earbud—shared little pool

“Cocoa or milk tea?”—you remember my pick

I highlight important with hearts so quick

If words could help, I’d pass you the sun

Till then I’ll color your notes, one by one

Typed “I like you”—unsent, backspace

Deep breath, smiley face saves grace

Friends-plus maybe? Lovers-minus still?

Name it and we can’t rewind at will?

Swirl, swirl—my heart’s on shuffle

Situationship, no-label couple

Could you be my boyfriend, say it out loud?

…But this soft-launch love is kinda proud

Swirl, swirl—I can’t stop spinning

Yes/No borderline—are we winning?

Fingers brush once and the playlist stirs

For now I like this distance that purrs

Heart racing? High-key!

Say it now? Not-yet, maybe…

Together: Turn the page without a tag or title, please—

Polaroid moment, stamp today: say cheese

Swirl, swirl—my heart’s on shuffle

Situationship—just one more cuddle

Till the day you call me yours for sure

I’ll hold this sweet-sour blur I adore

Swirl, swirl—balance on the line

When “Yes” is ready, your hand in mine

Gym-light glitter to library hush—

After-school vibes in a soft-serve rush

Lockscreen memory, gold at the rim—

A little glow-up of us—on a whim