Your hand fits in mine, like it’s made just for me. But bear this in mind it was meant to be And I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks And it all makes sense to me.

I know you’ve never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you you smile You’ve never loved your stomach or your thighs The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine But I’ll love them endlessly

I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth But if I do, it’s you Oh it’s you they add up to I’m in love with you, and all these little things