A letter to the new girl:
I hope you realise you have my world in your arms
And that he is more precious to me than you will know
I hope you know how to cheer him up
And know that he hates his throat being touched
But the back of his neck is fine
Remember that he also likes being the little spoon
And that he’s a good recipient of compliments
He will tell his friends all about you
So be nice, even if you don’t mean it
Know that he has the best intentions
But he sometimes needs time to breathe
Understand how wonderful he is
Because God knows, I do
I hope you realise you have my world in your arms
And that he is more precious to me than you will know
I hope you know how to cheer him up
And know that he hates his throat being touched
But the back of his neck is fine
Remember that he also likes being the little spoon
And that he’s a good recipient of compliments
He will tell his friends all about you
So be nice, even if you don’t mean it
Know that he has the best intentions
But he sometimes needs time to breathe
Understand how wonderful he is
Because God knows, I do
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