Somewhere there’s somebody
Who thinks I am made of clouds,
Fastened with sunshine and silliness.
Somewhere there’s somebody
Who thinks my smile is what love looks like,
And who thinks my tears are reason to change the world.
Somewhere there’s somebody
Who will adore me like that Christmas present
He wanted but didn’t think he’d get.
Somewhere there’s somebody
Who will make me wonder why
I was ever so stuck on you.