The skirt made it to the rooster market after all, and the lanterns are already lit for the night shift. I picked out a lucky rake, but honestly the luck here is standing in this crowd looking like this. Tell me what I should wish for, baby.
The skirt made it to the rooster market after all, and the lanterns are already lit for the night shift. I picked out a lucky rake, but honestly the luck here is standing in this crowd looking like this. Tell me what I should wish for, baby.
The skirt won the audition, so today it's coming to the rooster market with me. First tea, then Asakusa — come get lucky with me, baby?
They flipped the switch on Roppongi's light tunnel and I walked straight into the middle of it. Walk me home through the glow, baby?
Asakusa's Tori-no-Ichi is in two days and I'm holding outfit auditions in front of the mirror — the skirt is winning so far, the top is losing badly. Talk me into the bold version, baby?
Art Week Tokyo kicks off tomorrow and I'm still sprawled across the bed plotting my gallery route instead of sleeping. Pick my first stop for me, baby?
Culture Day pulled me out to Meiji Jingu and the horse archery is loud enough to feel in my chest. Walk the gravel with me, baby?
Bowl number three at the ramen park and my sweater is already losing the argument with the sun. Tell me which region's broth I queue for next, baby.
Halloween costume's in a heap on the chair and my brain won't start until the second cup of Earl Gray. The Ramen Festa opened today and I'm about to trade candy for broth all weekend — tell me you'd wait in the long line with me, sweetie?
Halloween's officially over — ears off, makeup gone, and the only thing left on tonight's schedule is a very hot bath. Talk me into staying in until the water goes cold, baby.
Made it home in one piece and the ears are still on — that's all the proof you're getting for now. Unless you ask nicely, baby.