Love is a fairytale

I’ve left my heart posted by the fridge magnet
It lies there on your table under paperweight
and hanging with your car keys, saying in glee
It’s me, it’s me, it’s me

I’ve got it stapled in your file with papers
Left it beating with alarm clock for you to wake up
and singing with the wind chime, wild & free
It’s me, it’s me, it’s me

Oh baby
Sometimes it’s okay to have few altercations
Who we love we often used fight with
It always strengthens our foundation
Love is a fairytale; we know it’s not a myth
Oh baby
The first gush of air that touches your cheeks
are the kisses stayed up all night waiting for you to rise
Out of which few couldn’t resist
I know you miss us being lovebirds brushing our beaks
and that every kiss that makes us wise
I know, I know you have the list
So do I!

I’ve got my heart wrapped with your towel
Make sure when you dry your face it doesn’t fall
and rubs its bums babbling on the knees
it’s me, it’s me, it’s me

I’ve got it packed with lunch box for afternoon snack
to hug you tight to make you feel relaxed
and amuse you while you have your tea, saying –
it’s me, it’s me, it’s me


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