Vous avez cherché: neat (Tagalog - Anglais)

neat and tidy
neat and tidy

neat kid award
neat kid award tagalog

you are reliable, supportive, neat and self motivated
you are reliable, supportive, neat and self motivated.

in summer's heat, i find my sweet retreat, a place where cool air does gently meet, an electric fan, so sleek and neat, it whispers through the sultry beat. its spinning blades, they dance and play, as it circulates the hot away, a gentle breeze that never frays, my sanctuary from sun's rays. with just a touch of its remote control, i can adjust the speed to my soul, from slow and steady to fast and bold, my comfort level, it never grows old. the hum of its motor, a soothing sound, echoes through the room profound, as it keeps me cool and calm, my savior in this sweltering storm. so here i'll stay, beneath its grace, and let the fan do all the pace, for in its wind, i find my peace, my refuge from the summer's heat release.in summer's heat, i find my sweet retreat, a place where cool air does gently meet, an electric fan, so sleek and neat, it whispers through the sultry beat. its spinning blades, they dance and play, as it circulates the hot away, a gentle breeze that never frays, my sanctuary from sun's rays. with just a touch of its remote control, i can adjust the speed to my soul, from slow and steady to fast and bold, my comfort level, it never grows old. the hum of its motor, a soothing sound, echoes through the room profound, as it keeps me cool and calm, my savior in this sweltering storm. so here i'll stay, beneath its grace, and let the fan do all the pace, for in its wind, i find my peace, my refuge from the summer's heat release.
in summer's heat, i find my sweet retreat, a place where cool air does gently meet, an electric fan, so sleek and neat, it whispers through the sultry beat. its spinning blades, they dance and play, as it circulates the hot away, a gentle breeze that never frays, my sanctuary from sun's rays. with just a touch of its remote control, i can adjust the speed to my soul, from slow and steady to fast and bold, my comfort level, it never grows old. the hum of its motor, a soothing sound, echoes through the room profound, as it keeps me cool and calm, my savior in this sweltering storm. so here i'll stay, beneath its grace, and let the fan do all the pace, for in its wind, i find my peace, my refuge from the summer's heat release.