Miruky & Woolly Cotton Coffee - Eng.Ver.

[Intro]
[Acoustic guitar and warm synths swell]

[Verse 1]
In Obsidian City, Woolly Cotton Coffee opens wide,
where classic meets modern beneath neon and light wood inside.
Garden terrace, plush armchairs, graffiti painted on the wall,
and an indie chord sparks in the air on weekend nights.

[Verse 2]
Behind black lenses, two crimson eyes gleam as she passes by,
fluffy white curls swaying, with twin locks dancing side to side.
Gray smoke-colored fur, soft as silk and finer than veil,
graceful steps, a white little tail sways in rhythm behind her trail.

[Pre-Chorus]
But this café is no ordinary place,
not just another spot in the city.
It’s a refuge for those missing home,
a corner where you can share your story in peace.

[Chorus]
Watch how Miruky dances behind the counter,
barista with a mischievous smile, gaze so kind.
Foam like clouds, secret blends start to pour,
sheep-made care, espresso warmed from the heart.
Playful jokes, gossip that sparkles and sings,
everything tastes better when love joins the thing.

[Verse 3]
Blue shirt, green skirt fluttering in the breeze,
pink apron with pockets and a brown necktie.
White knee-high socks, neatly in place,
hooves bare and beating the rhythm of her grace.

[Verse 4]
Sweet sheep, doesn’t dye wool—she serves coffee instead,
with a spark of rebellion in every step she makes.
Protective and true, with just one steady look,
she knows who belongs… and who should walk away.

[Verse 5]
Careful if her hooves start tapping loud,
a different rhythm—something shifts in the crowd.
Salt in the coffee, order switched not by chance,
pass the test… or get kicked out of the place.

[Bridge]
This is her territory, among jars of ground beans,
no one touches her flock and walks away unscathed.
Smile, tell a tale, be kind when you enter,
and a cappuccino with special milk awaits you.
Speak rudely, hurt someone in here…
Flying kick! Get out—right now!

[Outro]
[Tempo slows down, Smooth Jazz outro]
[Sound effects: Clinking cups, door bell rings]
[Giggle]
[Fade out]
[End]

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[Intro] [Acoustic guitar and warm synths swell] [Verse 1] In Obsidian City, Woolly Cotton Coffee opens wide, where classic meets modern beneath neon and light wood inside. Garden terrace, plush armchairs, graffiti painted on the wall, and an indie chord sparks in the air on weekend nights. [Verse 2] Behind black lenses, two crimson eyes gleam as she passes by, fluffy white curls swaying, with twin locks dancing side to side. Gray smoke-colored fur, soft as silk and finer than veil, graceful steps, a white little tail sways in rhythm behind her trail. [Pre-Chorus] But this café is no ordinary place, not just another spot in the city. It’s a refuge for those missing home, a corner where you can share your story in peace. [Chorus] Watch how Miruky dances behind the counter, barista with a mischievous smile, gaze so kind. Foam like clouds, secret blends start to pour, sheep-made care, espresso warmed from the heart. Playful jokes, gossip that sparkles and sings, everything tastes better when love joins the thing. [Verse 3] Blue shirt, green skirt fluttering in the breeze, pink apron with pockets and a brown necktie. White knee-high socks, neatly in place, hooves bare and beating the rhythm of her grace. [Verse 4] Sweet sheep, doesn’t dye wool—she serves coffee instead, with a spark of rebellion in every step she makes. Protective and true, with just one steady look, she knows who belongs… and who should walk away. [Verse 5] Careful if her hooves start tapping loud, a different rhythm—something shifts in the crowd. Salt in the coffee, order switched not by chance, pass the test… or get kicked out of the place. [Bridge] This is her territory, among jars of ground beans, no one touches her flock and walks away unscathed. Smile, tell a tale, be kind when you enter, and a cappuccino with special milk awaits you. Speak rudely, hurt someone in here… Flying kick! Get out—right now! [Chorus] Watch how Miruky dances behind the counter, barista with a mischievous smile, gaze so kind. Foam like clouds, secret blends start to pour, sheep-made care, espresso warmed from the heart. Playful jokes, gossip that sparkles and sings, everything tastes better when love joins the thing. [Outro] [Tempo slows down, Smooth Jazz outro] [Sound effects: Clinking cups, door bell rings] [Giggle] [Fade out] [End]

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