Does being happy need a reason? Can we just be childish and jump around as if high on caffiene? Today I was at a mall and I was bubbling inside. For no apparent reason. Can I honestly claim that talking to you made me that happy? I dont think you're all the reason . I wanted to jump around. Wanted to be five and pretty in a pink dress. Wanted to stand on a road divider between whizzing cars and sing some loud song. Wanted to smile at every unknown face. (Which I did as well!! and all those kind men offering me to try out perfumes probably though I was flirting with them!) Wanted to do something radical. Had anyone asked me if I wanted to go to Europe, drop everything and just go, I would have run to the airport!!
Its so much fun currently! Being as I am, flabby arms and everything! I'm on a happy mood upswing! I want to dance with everyone on the street. Give away my seat on the bus to the fat oily gujju lady and dance all the way home with the conductor!
I'm walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
I'm walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
I'm walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
And don't it feel good (HEY!) Alright now
And don't it feel good (HEY!) Alright now
All right now yeah! (HEY!)
Some songs, unless you're really happy sound absurd! This is another such song!
I feel the love, I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real
I feel the love, I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real
LOLLLL!!
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