He said, “baby, ” that’s what he called me, “I love you”Every single word you say makes me feel some type of wayIt’s the thought of you that slightly scares meBut it takes my breath away, forget what I was gonna sayThe day that I met you, I started dreamingNow I write ’em down if I remember in the morning time
I just want a daddy who sends me songs that make him think of me 😆 I told Jessie to tell Nixon (who’s in middle school), it doesn’t get easier in your 40s 😅
