You always tell me that I’m beautiful
And I like that, I really do
You always kiss me in the morning
And I like when we make love in your room
But when we get older
Will you still think I’m beautiful
When we get older
Will I be enough for you
And when life gets hard and we fall down
Will you still pick me up
Will we grow older, or will our love grow old?
My parents kissed and held each other’s hands when I was little
I remember that
It makes me sad to think where they went wrong
And I’m scared of letting my heart go
So when we get older
Will you still think I’m beautiful
When we get older
Will I be enough for you
And when life gets hard and we fall down
Will you still pick me up
Will we grow older, or will our love grow old?