Every time I see your face, the world blurs around the edges, and those neon numbers—six seven six six seven—begin to loop in my mind like a secret code. It's as if the city itself is humming our song, each day of the week marked by your smile. I can't stop thinking about the way your lips curve, the way your laughter dances through the rain, and when I touch you, I go blind to everything else. The city disappears until only you remain, luminous and unforgettable.

Six seven six six seven times a week, I dream of holding you close, feeling your heartbeat sync with mine. Each moment stretches, suspended in the golden haze of the café's lamplight, as if time itself pauses for us. "Every moment with you feels like forever, because when we're together, the world finally makes sense," I whisper, my words trembling with hope and a touch of fear.

Ooooooo sixty seven yeah—can't get you out of my mind. The city feels alive tonight, every light a heartbeat, every shadow a secret. When I say it—sixty seven—it’s like a spell that lifts me, a number that means more than words, more than promises. "There's something about you," you say, your voice soft, "something I can't let go. Sixty seven times, I want to say it again."

Six seven six six seven nights a week, I wish we could just be free—just my numbers and my spelling B. But I’m scared to let you see the hidden parts of me, the places where fear and hope collide. "Six seven," I breathe, "you and me—would you want that, if you knew everything?"

Every moment feels so right—sixty seven, oh sixty seven, six seven times. "You don't have to be afraid," you murmur, fingers entwining with mine. "No secrets, just us—sixty seven ways to say I want you." My heart leaps, alive with the certainty that this number, this feeling, is real.

Ooooooo sixty seven yeah—can't get you out of my mind. I say it six seven times and each time, I feel more alive, more certain of us. Ooooooo sixty seven—do it again, let’s write our story in numbers and neon and hope. Sixty seven touch me now, six seven, six six seven—let's be infinite, you and me.