Its the small things that count like kissing me on my mouth just because holding me close when it rains taking care of any of my pain calling just to say I love you taking the time to say I care for you Sending me a tearful card calling to tell me where you are sending me flowers with a sweet note offering to take off my coat paying for things when you can announcing to the world you are my man opening my car door saying that you love me more its the small things that count so dont forget boys some of the things I'm talkin aboutBirth sign: Pisces
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