Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
I count the colors in his eyes
Don't ever fall in loveHe swears,
But I know
His favorite color's green
He loves to argue
Born on the seventeenth
I'd lie
He looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't I like your walk
Doesn't he know that I've had it memorized for so long
Never let nobody see him cry
He stands there, then walks away
My God, if I could only sayI'm holding every breath for you
I think he can see through everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up is
My God, he's beautiful
So I put on my make-up and pray for a miracle
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