Why do I love you?
Why do I love, you?
The way you look at me when you miss me.
When you hold my hand oh so tightly.
Hugging me, sniffing every part of me.
Look, oh what a straight old tree.
Making me laugh like crazy every single day.
Call me randomly, not knowing what to say.
When you make me mad and you wanted to apologize.
Should have seen yourself, that sincere look in your eyes.
Why do you love me, you say.
Your actions, your words, things you do, your own way.
Don't ask me why, why I love you.
There's a million of them, you've got no clue.
Spending an hour or two, night or dawn.
When you said you like to see the way I frown.
You spoke the words to describe the terrible you.
No my dear, don't say that, I'm just having a terrible flu.
John said I'm always sick. Love sick.
Guess what rhymes that, you know, so be it.
There's a lot of reason why I love you so dearly.
So baby please, don't treat me coldly.
You asked if I wanted a Santa.
I thought no, it wouldn't matter.
I don't want a better you, a richer you, or the cool you.
I want you as who you are, real true.
I'm loving what we had, would never exchange it for anything.
Baby oh my kinwai baby, love.
You're my everything.
