I thought I found a love but she was just a fling.
And then I met a girl
And felt a different thing.
It's like your hit in the ring like you're pulled by a string.
Can't breathe like you're choking on a chicken wing.
It was a thing called a zing.
And I wanted to sing
And listen to the ballads of a man named Sting.
Baby, looks in your eye.
And it's suddenly spring like when Nala kissed Simba in the lion king.
Singing in the air and I don't have a care.
I'm winging from the zing that we share.
Singing in the rain.
Now I'm feeling no pain.
It's a real, time for celebrating cause you're my zing.
Drag, ready to throw down?
No no I just came closer to hear you better.
Oh, come on!
Just give it a try.
Alright.
Maybe just a little bit.
So listen all you zingers from…