You're gorgeous. Your hair, your eyes, your skin. You're gorgeous. Everything I've ever wanted, wrapped up in one. But you don't love me and that's the problem. I don't mind that much. Just pretend again that you love me and I'm the only one on your mind and I'll be fine. I just want to touch you again, love. I'll change if you want me too. What do you want me to do? I love you.
