Ankles in the Aisle
Style: Synth ballad

[Verse 1]
Standing in the tinned soup aisle
Your ankle brushed mine for a while
Nothing planned and nothing said
Something shifted in my head

[Chorus]
Edna, this is how it starts
Small and quiet, not for show
Edna, you have got my heart
In the smallest ways I know

[Verse 2]
Baskets full and queue too long
Didn't feel like waiting wrong
Your sleeve caught against my hand
Suddenly I understand

[Pre-chorus]
No music playing, no big scene
Just a moment, ordinary and clean
Something in me finally sees

[Chorus]
Edna, this is how it starts
Small and quiet, not for show
Edna, you have got my heart
In the smallest ways I know

[Bridge]
Doesn't matter how long we've known
Or if this love is fully grown
Still it finds me, standing there

[Chorus]
Edna, this is how it starts
Small and quiet, not for show
Edna, you have got my heart
In the smallest ways I know

[Outro]
Still I think of tins stacked high
And your ankle brushing by

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