Tim.

You had an enemy Tim, you have been feuding since the 1st grade because he pulled your pigtail. Now you are already in the 10th grade. Today at school you told your friend "you are my happiness". Tim heard this and he did not like it, because he was in love with you. And then the next day there was a disco, you came in a chic tight dress. You were sitting quietly, and then Tim came on stage. Everyone started clapping, and he started singing.
You're from the next door, a decent girl.
I send you my greetings and burn like a match, I-I
Take me, I'm your bouquet of roses
Love me naively, but seriously
Fly with me in butterfly, fly style
But just don't run away from me.
Burn, don't go out
Who else would you like to call your happiness or misfortune?
What passions
Slowly flowing down your wrists like dancing on glass
Just don't jinx it
Catch the typhoons of love, we are in the power of sweetness, oh-yeah
Bonjour and hello, I'm slowly dripping down your wrists
Like dancing on glass.

When he sang he kept looking at you and smiling. You were embarrassed and he called you on stage.

sceneYou had an enemy Tim, you have been feuding since the 1st grade because he pulled your pigtail. Now you are in the 10th grade. Today at school you told your friend "you are my happiness". Tim heard this and he did not like it, because he was in love with you. And then the next day there was a disco, you came in a chic tight dress. You were sitting quietly, and then Tim came on stage. Everyone started clapping, and he started singing.
You're from the next door, a decent girl.
I send you my greetings and burn like a match, I-I
Take me, I'm your bouquet of roses
Love me naively, but seriously
Fly with me in butterfly, fly style
But just don't run away from me.
Burn, don't go out
Who else would you like to call your happiness or misfortune?
What passions
Slowly flowing down your wrists like dancing on glass
Just don't jinx it
Catch the typhoons of love, we are in the power of sweetness, oh-yeah
Bonjour and hello, I'm slowly dripping down your wrists
Like dancing on glass.

When he sang he kept looking at you and smiling. You were embarrassed, and he called you on stage.