Ive all my wisdom teeth
Two up top, two beneath
And yet Ill recognise
My mouth says things that arent so wise
But when I sing my darlings praise
I know Im right, or close anyways
For shes a gem upon this earth
I know to me she will return
Oh I know its true, I know its true
That I was made for her, and she me too
And Im confident that shell think so too
And shell be coming back...soon
Mornings we have toast and tea
I gaze across the table, she glares right back at me
And when were getting low on jam
I give her the last spoonful, thats just the way I am
And I drive her to work each day
Even though its early and work is far away
And I dont even say a thing
When she plays the radio so loud you cannot think
I cant stand her goddamned friends
But I will tolerate them, even though I hate them
And I will put up with her parents
cause she says Ill not meet someone who is so kind and sweet
Ever again..
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