Tryin' to write a pop song
I just wanna drop some
Feelings in this mould
If it isn't tasty
Even when it's sweet
Just add a bit of salt
Every time I think of you I
Chuckle like the brothers do
You're dancing like a jellyfish
In the kitchen 7am what a wake up call
I notice that my heart is out, oops
It's beating on the counter top, fools
Rush in but I never doubted
Bada bum bum bada bum bum you
So glad I met you at this space in time
Now sweeping up sugar cos you are my
You are my salt
You make everything taste better
You are my salt
You are my, you are my, you are my
You are my salt
You make everything taste better
You are my salt
You are my, you are my, you are my
Been stuck all my life on the orange light
'Til you showed me green grass and sapphire sky
Knees under a tree like I'm
At a desk now back to school learning things that
We should be taught before we crack numbers
Like how to cope the millionth time we stumble
Paper cuts are just for starters
Bada bum bum bada bum bum
So glad I met you at this space in time
Now sweeping up sugar cos you are my
You are my salt
You make everything taste better
You are my salt
You are my, you are my, you are my
You are my salt
You make everything taste better
You are my salt
You are my, you are my, you are my
Out of silk and out of sight
Strong without a thousand eyes
So glad that I met you as I am
You are my salt
You make everything taste better
You are my salt
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