Summer suits a Cinderella Eternally, it's only you
I started running, I had a premonition of love The sky was emerald The wind made a prism, I'll make it a ring Someday I surely want to give it to you
*Your smile, and those eyes of yours Leave it to me to give you a dream Summer gave me a Cinderella And a wonderful romance, yeah
If you ever were crying I'd rush over on a jet! A seemingly overflowing bouquet, and then a Shinin' Star I'll give everything of mine to you!
Arriving without getting lost You don't need glass shoes because Summer suits a Cinderella In all the world, it's only you
"Hirai, what kind of fruit does Miss Minami like?" "Naturally, melon..." "She must be tired of melon..." "You're not, Bohchama." "That's it! Murumo surely-" "Is it plums?" "Eh?" "How does plums sound?" "Don't say plums." "Then, what?" "Muru- no, cu, cu, cuttlefish!" "Cuttlefish! Clever Bohchama, you have an expert eye! I'll order brand name ones right away!" "Hold it, Hirai! Wait! It's all right, but that's not a fruit!" "Oh? Ahahahaha, etc." "Aha hahahahaha, etc."
*repeat
"How was it, Hirai?" "Pe~rfect, Bohchama!" "Ok! Next time, shall sing a duet with Miss Minami?" "Um, Bohchama, that duet with me..." "Next time, Hirai." "Bohchama!" "Miss Minami~!" "Bohchama~~!"
Summer suits a Cinderella Eternally, it's only you
I started running, I had a premonition of love The sky was emerald The wind made a prism, I'll make it a ring Someday I surely want to give it to you
*Your smile, and those eyes of yours Leave it to me to give you a dream Summer gave me a Cinderella And a wonderful romance, yeah
If you ever were crying I'd rush over on a jet! A seemingly overflowing bouquet, and then a Shinin' Star I'll give everything of mine to you!
Arriving without getting lost You don't need glass shoes because Summer suits a Cinderella In all the world, it's only you
"Hirai, what kind of fruit does Miss Minami like?" "Naturally, melon..." "She must be tired of melon..." "You're not, Bohchama." "That's it! Murumo surely-" "Is it plums?" "Eh?" "How does plums sound?" "Don't say plums." "Then, what?" "Muru- no, cu, cu, cuttlefish!" "Cuttlefish! Clever Bohchama, you have an expert eye! I'll order brand name ones right away!" "Hold it, Hirai! Wait! It's all right, but that's not a fruit!" "Oh? Ahahahaha, etc." "Aha hahahahaha, etc."
*repeat
"How was it, Hirai?" "Pe~rfect, Bohchama!" "Ok! Next time, shall sing a duet with Miss Minami?" "Um, Bohchama, that duet with me..." "Next time, Hirai." "Bohchama!" "Miss Minami~!" "Bohchama~~!"