you flipped the switch,

now the colors are so bright,

even on a monday,

everything feels right.

this joy you give me,

simple, deep, and true,

and my soul keeps on singing:

"babe, my favorite thythm is you"

my heart's a stereo,

pumping out the good beats,

sunshine in my veins,

from my head down to my feet.

with your hand in mine,

every trouble feels so small,

and I'm shouting from the rooftops:

"babe, my favorite thythm is you"