The Perfect Guy
He would stay beside me
And call me Baby
But also hold my hand
And through my problems he’d withstand
He’d kiss me softly
And say things that were so corny
He’d call me beautiful instead of hot
Because he knew that meant a lot
He’d lend me his jacket if I’m cold
Then snuggle close with our hands in a stronghold
He shouldn’t believe what other people are told
The late night calls
How you and I would fall…
So deeply in love
I thank heaven above
To have you
To say I love you too
You’re the Perfect Guy
I’m not going to lie.
Copyright © Deanna Lambert | Year Posted 2010
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