Boy,
I'm in love with you, but
This ain't the honeymoon where
Past the infatuation phase
Riding the thick of love
And at times we get sick of love
It
seems like we argue every day
I know I misbehave
And you make your mistakes And we both still got room left to grow
And though love sometimes hurts I still put you first
the world.
We kiss then we make up on the way
I hang up, you call, we rise and we fall
We dance as though it's not a fantasy I still want you to stay
