He may not be much in looks,
just a little guy
No hero of a book, but I can't pass him by
It's what he's got inside him that makes me stop and think
Words like a poet's ink make me smile about him
The boy who I love,
the boy who I love,
the boy who I love
Sometimes I hurt him badly
and tell him he should go
Then he just looks at me and sighs so very low
Somehow he makes me happy,
but is he happy too?
I'll try my best to be as good as he's to me
The boy who I love,
the boy who I love,
the boy who I love
He gives me his devotion and never tells me lies
His smile is like the sun,
his eyes resemble skies
I know it would be foolish
to doubt his certain way
He grants me every wish,
stands by me night and day