I sat down on the sofa
That we cuddled on last night
The fireplace hummed a lovely
Tune as anda held me tight
In my mind I planned to write
So I did, so I did
So I wrote anda this
I was thinkin' that -
Well nevermind it
I was wonderin' if -
Sorry, just forget it
Well what would anda do
If I wrote anda a kiss
Out of words? Just like this:
I couldn’t find it in my jantung
To bore anda with just loose-leaf
So I head to the paper store
And bought the most expensive thing
Hoping it’d be fit for my king
Money can’t buy your heart
But your song should be the finest of art
I'll never write a song
That's as perfect as you
But that won't stop me
From trying to--
I was thinkin' that -
Well nevermind it
I was wonderin' if -
Sorry, just forget it
Well what would anda do
If I wrote anda a kiss
Out of words? Just like this:
I considered using my own blood
As I’d do anything for you
But I found red ink a close match
Red seems to me a color of truth
Fact: I cinta you, but have no proof
But once I sing anda your song
You'll know I have all along
I'll never write a song
That's as perfect as you
But that won't stop me
From trying to--
I was thinkin' that
I really cinta you
I was wonderin' if
anda really cinta me too
It seems too good to be true
I really hope you
Will give me a ciuman too
Will anda give me a ciuman too?
I'll never write a song
That's as perfect as you
But that won't stop me
From trying to--
That we cuddled on last night
The fireplace hummed a lovely
Tune as anda held me tight
In my mind I planned to write
So I did, so I did
So I wrote anda this
I was thinkin' that -
Well nevermind it
I was wonderin' if -
Sorry, just forget it
Well what would anda do
If I wrote anda a kiss
Out of words? Just like this:
I couldn’t find it in my jantung
To bore anda with just loose-leaf
So I head to the paper store
And bought the most expensive thing
Hoping it’d be fit for my king
Money can’t buy your heart
But your song should be the finest of art
I'll never write a song
That's as perfect as you
But that won't stop me
From trying to--
I was thinkin' that -
Well nevermind it
I was wonderin' if -
Sorry, just forget it
Well what would anda do
If I wrote anda a kiss
Out of words? Just like this:
I considered using my own blood
As I’d do anything for you
But I found red ink a close match
Red seems to me a color of truth
Fact: I cinta you, but have no proof
But once I sing anda your song
You'll know I have all along
I'll never write a song
That's as perfect as you
But that won't stop me
From trying to--
I was thinkin' that
I really cinta you
I was wonderin' if
anda really cinta me too
It seems too good to be true
I really hope you
Will give me a ciuman too
Will anda give me a ciuman too?
I'll never write a song
That's as perfect as you
But that won't stop me
From trying to--