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You make me breakfast in bed
When I'm mixed up in my head
You wake me with a kiss, you think I look the best
When my hair is a mess
I can't believe you exist
Because I know you're too good to be true
I must have done something good to meet you
'Cause you wrote my name across your hand
When I freak you understand
There is not a thing you miss
And I could get used to this
I'm feeling it comin' over me
With you it all comes naturally
Lost the reflex to resist
And I could get used to this
You kiss me listen to me when I'm depressed
It doesn't seem to make you like me less
I could get used to this<3
When I'm mixed up in my head
You wake me with a kiss, you think I look the best
When my hair is a mess
I can't believe you exist
Because I know you're too good to be true
I must have done something good to meet you
'Cause you wrote my name across your hand
When I freak you understand
There is not a thing you miss
And I could get used to this
I'm feeling it comin' over me
With you it all comes naturally
Lost the reflex to resist
And I could get used to this
You kiss me listen to me when I'm depressed
It doesn't seem to make you like me less
I could get used to this<3
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