I've got his picture. It's on my dresser. Right next to my bed. He doesn't know me. But I sure know him. I can't get him out of my head. . Chorus:. (Talk to him?).
No, he ain't perfect, this man of mine. He wrote me a love song, but the words don't rhyme. He drives me crazy, how he's late all the time. But I love my baby just the same.