I thought I found a love but she was just a fling
And then I met a girl
And felt a different thing
It’s like your hit in the ring like you’re pulled by a string
Can’t breathe like you’re choking on a chicken wing
It was a thing called a zing
And I wanted to sing
And listen to the ballads of a man named sting
Baby, looks in your eye
And it’s suddenly spring like when nala kissed simba in the lion king
Zinging in the air
And I don’t have a care
I’m winging from the zing
That we share
Zinging in the rain
Now I’m feeling no pain
It’s real, time for celebrating
Cause you’re my zing
So listen all you zingers from here to Beijing
You better grab a box of strings and get ready
To cling cause if love was money
You’d better be yelling: Cha-ching
Cause next to zing
Cupid’s arrow’s a little bee sting
It was a zing and a zang and a ziygididy
And there was one only one
Lady in the zing for me cause when you zing (when you zing)!
You better know one little thing
The only thing you’re gonnna sling is a wedding ring!
Zinging in the air
Now I don’t have a care
I’m winging from the zing that we share
Zinging in the rain
Now I’m feeling no pain
It’s a real time for celebrating
Cause you’re my zing
To the zing y’all
Ba – da – bing y’all
Gonnna knock you out right outta that ring y’all
Better ring y’all
Happening y’all
Pay attention to the undead king, y’all!
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