He loves me. I know he does,
as he wipes that kiss off his face.
He loves me. I know he does,
as he looks the other way.
He loves me. I know he does,
as he tells me to go away.
He loves me. I know he does,
as his bottom lip sticks out in a pout, hoping to get his way.
He loves me. I know he does,
as he looks at his daddy with a smiling face.
He loves me. I know he does,
as he crawls into my bed late at night.
Snuggling up to me as I hold him tight.
I kiss the top of his head whispering mommy loves you, good night.
