Windows - Rocco DeLuca

Windows windows windows in your house

Your braided hair chopstick on your mouth

Oh, how I like to look outside

How I like to look outside, outside

Windows windows windows in your car

You never have to drive me very far

In Barten Springs the trees and you and I

The against the sky, the sky

I would do anything tonight

With you by my side Im feeling right

I am just a slave to the charm

I am just a slave to the charm

Windows windows windows in the sun

Lets climb in and look on everyone

I like the city through your eyes

How I like the city through your eyes

You know I like the city through your eyes

I can see the city through your eyes, your eyes