I love your hair, I love your name, I love the way you say it. I love your heart and you’re so smart ‘cause you gave away: it. I love your sis, I love your dad, I love your mom. But, more than all of that I love that you are dumb enough to not realize everything I’ve said has been said before. In a thousand ways, in a thousand songs, some with the same four cords. But you’ll still love it, let me finger you.