To the world, you may be one person. But to me, you are the world!
In the night sky filled with stars, you are the one that shines the brightest.
All these letters and I choose you.
You are the reason Santa even has a naughty list.
You look like the morning sun after a long night of darkness.
Ay girl, you must be immune to my white blood cells, because you are killing me.
Did you just move chord V to chord I? Because I think you're perfect.
I'm like Rachmaninov. King of the Romantic.
Let's have a future diary. A diary of the future of you and me.
If I was a plant you'd make my roots extend.