I think it's cute when you draw my hair
When I ask you to draw something pretty
I blast the music you make on repeat
Even though you always think it's shitty
I'm kinda glad you don't watch movies alone
So I get to hold your hand during ratatouille
If you think I'm dumb you hide it well
When I point at flowers and say they're you and me

It's the little things that make me think
How lucky I must be To be made for you
And you for me