Don't Jump from Green Guava by Holly Holden y Su Banda

Don't Jump

Look at me surrounded by my literature
Seeking out a phrase for him to contemplate a little
Who are we to let ourselves indulte in this?
This sweet melodic haze,
Who are you to say we shouldn’t

Let the music flow, oh oh
Let the music flow, oh oh

Look at me ecstatic at the sight of you
Trying to hold it in and crawling in my skin from all the
Will it takes to wait until the morning dew
Can shroud us to combine ten seconds of our time so we can

Let the music flow, oh oh
Let the music flow, oh oh

The sea was blue and the wind was warm
You said ‘don’t jump or you’ll get stung’
But I was on the bottom rung
With my feet in the water

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
With my feet in the water

Ooh ooh ooh oh

Look at me the solitary temptress
Keeling myself cold I never held a hope
but it’s a pity to forever give a little less of me than what I could
it always sounds so good when we can

Let the music flow, oh oh
Let the music flow, oh oh

The sea was blue and the wind was warm
You said ‘don’t jump or you’ll get stung’
But I was on the bottom rung
With my feet in the water

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
With my feet in the water

Ooh ooh ooh oh

• Soul
• World
• latin
• pop
• singer-songwriter
• tropical
• London