I like it when you smile at me.
I like it because it makes me proud
Proud to think that I could see
Your face a pretty smile endowed.
I like it when you ask me things
I like it because I want to know.
What you in the night would sing.
When you would think that you're alone.
I like it when you show yourself
I like it because I think you're sweet.
I store your pictures on the shelf
And count the days until we meet.
I like it when you take my hand.
And follow me through the night
I like the feeling of the sand.
And I like it when you squeeze me tight.
I like it when you hug me back.
Will your fingers grant me peace of mind?
Cause all the things that I can lack.
I can always in your presence find.
And I wish that I could hold you near.
And upon your shoulders I could sign.
My name so I would never fear
In knowledge that you're always mine.
And I love it when you speak your words.
I want to know just what you want.
To let your feelings fly like birds.
Your eyes forever mine will haunt.
And I want to feel I make you happy
And watch you grow your rising wings.
Your heart I sleep with, like a nappy.
A finer sleep then fit for kings.
