Whispering Sweet Nothing

Your father said you're sick was that a lie or just another trick? Every time I ask you out you have some excuse you know I love you, why this ruse? When we first met you were so sweet as long as I gave you flowers, chocolate treats, whispered loving phrases, kissed your lips, rubbed your feet. So whats happened now, Is there nothing I could say that could make you come out and play? I'll play your game, speak your name, give you candy and flowers every day whispering sweet nothing till I'm old and gray.