29 March 2016

love in port

I once met a girl in tassels and jeans at first I didn’t quite see her charm,
But she follows me over every hill and stream so I’m sure I’m going to marry her,
She makes cocktails in the afternoon, every morning she feels so warm,
And flowers can grow anywhere they please because they always smell like her
They always smell like her.


She always sleeps in on Saturdays no matter what its like outside.
Rainstorms mixed with mist and haze, or the sun shining out so bright.
She waits for the right moment to wiggle out from ‘neath our sheets.
Hair a mess, completely undressed except that smile she always wears for me.
Except the smile she always wears for me.


I tell her I love her and she says “ I feel the same”
So I tell her I mean it she says “same again”           “same again”


Yeah my old ball in chains is sweet I’m so glad she locked me down.
She makes me sane, and she helps me dream. She keeps me steady all around.
In her I see everything I wanted sprouting to life.
I know her as me girlfriend, but one day she’s going to be my wife.
One day she's going to be my wife.

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