You can't go to bed without a cup of tea Maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep. Though it makes no sense to me. I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape. You never want to know how much you weigh. You still have to squeeze into your jeans But You're perfect to me.
I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile, You've never loved your stomach or your thighs. The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine.
I won't let this little things slips out of my mouth But if it's true, it's you, it's you, they add up to I'm in love with you and all these little things
I won't let this little things slips out of my mouth But if it's true, it's you, it's you, they add up to I'm in love with you and all these little things
// Kass dag, det härliga är dock det sötaste meddelandet från min bestiee på telefon. Som toppen på moset har vi till och med nationella imorgon, inte lika taggad. Men något positivt har mamma gjort, äntligen hemmagjord lasagne som jag väntat på i en evighet.//
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