Did you know?
I’d rather not go.
I’ve found my little something—
something that I found. Yes, it’s
something that I found in you.
Did you know?
My heart is filled.
Filled to the brim, I’m bursting.
I’m bubbling and bursting—
something that I found in you.
During the evening,
I don’t dream. Because
during the day, I’m with you.
How about that?
Little something I found in you.
Oh my, God, I’d like to thank you.
Sometimes I wonder:
is heaven on Earth? It must be so.
I’m sure it’s that little something
I found in you.
Oh, I hope you know
I hope it’s you, I mean, why wouldn’t it be?
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