Even when I have my tantrums,
Even when I refuse to smile,
Though I’m sometimes bratty,
You’re still here, with your love.
Maybe you do understand me,
or maybe you don’t
But you still try to bear with me
Though others won’t.
Perhaps women are such puzzling creatures,
I guess men would never figure them out.
But you try to, and I feel that too
And I love the way you think about what I do.
Maybe, you just love me,
And I do love you too
So we fit together in an unexplainable fancy
And I love the way we do.
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