You tell me stories before I go to sleep. You hold me close, won't let the cold get to me. How we dance, how we hear the latin beats taking us to a place far away, where there are no boundaries, no labels.
You're the nicest person, but won't let me tell you so. "Hey, we ain't at Oprah's!"
You wear this teeny tiny ponytail, and feel so proud that your hair's long enough to do that. It makes me smile, because the hair tie never stays on for long.
You make those silly macho jokes. You don't mean them, and that's the best part.
You drink juice, eat my cereal and apples. You always seem to feel bad that you're emptying my fridge. I don't care. I like seeing your green eyes shine when you laugh. You're telling nonsense all the time. It makes me laugh. I make you laugh too, the way I get so afraid when you tell me scary stories.
You get jealous when I'm with other guys. You always have good advice.
You have this girlfriend, and interrogations. But you still see me.
You speak English with a british accent, French with a spanish accent. You don't know it, but this makes me melt a little bit inside.
We watch rugby in bed and you're for both teams at the same time.
You tuck me in while I smoke my cigarette. You don't smoke, but when I tell you non-smokers usually don't like it, you just say "Screw them!'.
I stealing your hat and t-shirt.
You listen to a lot of music, from Russian hip-hop to Chinese romantic songs. You travel a lot. You hate when I tell you that you're cute -"I'm not cute! I'm an animal!"... This is cute.
You once told me you wanted to be a hero. You're named after a God.
To me, you're somewhere in between.
And yet, you seem so afraid that I'll end up liking you.
Guess what? It's too late for that.
You're the nicest person, but won't let me tell you so. "Hey, we ain't at Oprah's!"
You wear this teeny tiny ponytail, and feel so proud that your hair's long enough to do that. It makes me smile, because the hair tie never stays on for long.
You make those silly macho jokes. You don't mean them, and that's the best part.
You drink juice, eat my cereal and apples. You always seem to feel bad that you're emptying my fridge. I don't care. I like seeing your green eyes shine when you laugh. You're telling nonsense all the time. It makes me laugh. I make you laugh too, the way I get so afraid when you tell me scary stories.
You get jealous when I'm with other guys. You always have good advice.
You have this girlfriend, and interrogations. But you still see me.
You speak English with a british accent, French with a spanish accent. You don't know it, but this makes me melt a little bit inside.
We watch rugby in bed and you're for both teams at the same time.
You tuck me in while I smoke my cigarette. You don't smoke, but when I tell you non-smokers usually don't like it, you just say "Screw them!'.
I stealing your hat and t-shirt.
You listen to a lot of music, from Russian hip-hop to Chinese romantic songs. You travel a lot. You hate when I tell you that you're cute -"I'm not cute! I'm an animal!"... This is cute.
You once told me you wanted to be a hero. You're named after a God.
To me, you're somewhere in between.
And yet, you seem so afraid that I'll end up liking you.
Guess what? It's too late for that.
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