You're still tired like the first time.
You bring flowers every morning,
and you laugh at my tangled hair,
how clumsy I walk,
and my bare feet.
But I still talk warmly, happily and dreamy
quietly in your dream,
'cause I want you to know everything,
my every day and dream,
that you awake me,
that you laugh at me and you know
that I'm all yours.
Did I tell you that I love you?
That I love you everyday,
every hour, ever moment.
Did I tell you that I love you?
That I need you, that I want you, that I have you,
and that I'm all yours.