| Moana |
| Somehow calm as she walks on stage Her entire empire becomes your taste... your taste... show me... come Let me know what you're like... let me... know what you're like... What's you're taste? I bet she carves you're heart when she walks onstage Her empire slowly becomes your place... your place... show me... come on Let me know what you're like... let me... know what you're like In your place... your place... Somehow calm as she walks offstage An entire empire recal your face... your face... show me... come Let me know what you're like... let me... know what you're like... Your face... your face -hopelessly devoted |