would you dance with me at 2am in the refrigerator light, could you tell me that everything will be all right. can i count the freckles on your cheeks. when youre stressed rest your head on my chest, tell me about the things that keep you up and the things that bring you down. ill paint you a picture of all the things you do that make you so great, like always putting a smile on my face.
i literal cant . i like the concept but i hate rhyming