It's weird
I just can't seem to sleep sometimes
I sing to you goodnight and as you
cose your pretty eyes, I think of rhymes
Words they form
Inside my head to lullaby's
And these words they tend to recombine
into phrases, those of the rhyming kind
I love your looks, I love your smile
I love you in every single picture
You must have gone half blind
Cause you see yourself
As if you're looking through
A half full pitcher
Sometimes you talk in your sleep
And it's cute, I love you
I hope you have a good dream
Yes I do, yes I do
Those are three words that I hope
That we'll say, on our own special day
Yes I do, I love you
Yes I do, I love you