And I was like baby, baby, baby, oh~
Like baby, baby, baby, no~
Like baby, baby, baby, no~
At noon, Los Angeles, a cafe on the pier, the brilliant sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the couch, warming me gently. Link was flipping through a magazine, gradually feeling sleepy.
In recent times, he had been continuously holding concerts in South America, Australia, and other places, his schedule spinning nonstop with scarcely any time to rest.
After returning to Los Angeles, his schedule wasn't packed, and he didn't need to catch a flight to the next concert venue right after finishing one.
All of a sudden, having relaxed, both his body and mind relaxed as well, and in such a comfortable environment, he inevitably felt sleepy.
Because of this, he had often dozed off while watching TV with Taylor these past few days, waking up to find his face and neck covered in musical notes and lyrics.
Like baby, baby, baby, no~
Like baby, baby, baby, no~