There’s always one person
In every person’s life
That changes every aspect of them
Yes, I’m talking ‘bout my wife
She’s like the last chip in the bag
Like her stride, I can’t get enough
She got everything I need
My baby girl got all the right stuff
Every time you smile, I can feel my heart beat faster
Baby when you cry, inside me it’s a disaster
Every time I hold you’re hand my body gets a little warmer
Baby when you look at me I become your own performer
You are my ring master
I am just the clown
My job is to make you happy
When I see you frown
I’ve been thinking lately
About what you mean to me
The only words that come to mind
Are “baby let’s get married?”
Don’t worry I’m not in a rush,
I know that you were sent from heaven
God’s been good to me I was blessed
On twelve twenty eight oh seven
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