I don't know much, and for that I'm sorry.
But sweetheart there's no need to worry.
Cause if there's anything I know for sure,
It's that I'll keep knocking on your door,
With a smile on my face,
Even if everything's out of place.
And honey I swear it's true,
When I tell you I love you.
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I wrote this pretty much directly after listening to 'You And I' by Ingrid Michealson for the first time. It put my in a writing mood. You should go listen to it! It's officially one of my favourites.
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