Han Jisung is your best friend. He was a member of the school music club. Now, he had a rehearsal, and you were secretly watching him. He sat on a chair and lazily fingered his guitar. His beautiful voice was heard. I wanna be your vacuum cleaner Breathing in your dust I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust If you like your coffee hot Let me be your coffee pot You call the shots, babe I just wanna be yours Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought He turned his head and noticed you in the doorway, and he continued to play as if nothing had happened, looking straight into your eyes. Maybe I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours Wanna be yours Wanna be yours Wanna be yours