That’s the deal, my dear

See that nibble worthy neck? I do.

Lucky you were born that far away so,
We could both make fun of distance.
Lucky that I love a foreign land for,
The lucky fact of your existence.

Baby I would climb the Andes solely,
To count the freckles on your body.
Never could imagine there were only,
Ten Million ways to love somebody.

Can’t you see,
I’m at your feet.

Whenever, wherever,
We’re meant to be together.
I’ll be there and you’ll be near,
And that’s the deal, my dear.