The clothes that you wear
The colour of your hair
The music that you share
I guess that I like you
And the way you pronounce the S is
Like the feeling I have next to you is
Beuatiful, you're beautiful
I'd like to spend the night with you
We [bad word] your cereal and shoes
To ?(bench crest)? through the early hours
You are the puddle of mud
In the pig sty of my life
And I hope that you know what I'm trying to say to you
I guess that I love you
I have told you these things so
You would not abandon your faith