Singing I want to tell you what I like about you
The things that make me fall in love
And make you governess over me
Your face your hair and your rhythmic gait
The sweet sortilege of your gaze
I like everything about you
I like everything about you
And no more worship fits within me
What I have is enough
To love my sweet love
Come to me, come to me by God
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I like everything about you
I like everything about you
And no more worship fits within me
What I have is enough
To love my sweet love
Come to me, come to me by God