You know. I’m not a morning person But I'll wake up just to see you
The morning light, you're tender smile I wanna feel your hands in mine
My body aches but I'll pretend
I wanna be close to you
* I’m not gonna be your strawberry jam
It’s not as weird as is, you're gonna be a bread. We gotta live with milk and coffee there.
You know, we can’t be apart (*)