( singing)Girl you know I I I I I love you) more than words could explain, the ying to my yang, you complete me, and as corny as that may seem, it is what it is. big home, white pickett fence and a ton of kids, pinics in the sun like those people on tv, because baby i dont mind being cheesy, as long as your happy with me. i'll sing to the mountain tops if that would mean that jesus would hear my thankyou's, allowing me to show how grateful i really was to have you. now i wont pretend like its all good all the time, but that comes with growing into eachother, because you were raised here, and i was raised there, but i know that when she crys i hear her, when she crys i feel her, when she crys, i hold her because most of all, she's my melody, her words carry me to cloud nine, and on that cloud sublime is my state, blinded by her love gladly becuase i know that she'd never take advantage of me, and her love showed me that a real love, could be.