He likes to argue,OH AND IT KILLS ME.

I don't think that passenger seat Has ever looked this good to me He tells me about his night I count the colors in his eyes He'll never fall in love He swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong And I don't think it ever crossed his mind He tells a joke, I fake a smile That I know all his favorite songs And I could tell you His favorite color's green He loves to argue Born on the seventeenth His sister's beautiful He has his father's eyes And if you ask me if I love him.. I'd lie He looks around the room Innocently overlooks the truth Shouldn't a light go on Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so long He sees everything in black and white Never let nobody see him cry I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine I could tell you His favorite color's green He loves to argue Born on the seventeenth His sister's beautiful He has his father's eyes And if you ask me if I love him.. I'd lie He stands there, then walks away My God, if I could only say I'm holding every breath for you He'd never tell you, but he can play guitar I think he can see through everything but my heart First thought when I wake up is "My God, he's beautiful" So I put on my make-up and pray for a miracle Yes I could tell you His favorite color's green He loves to argue Oh, and it kills me His sister's beautiful He has his father's eyes And if you ask me if I love him.. If you ask me if I love him.. I'd lie

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