"I love you, baby, everyday."I never thought I'd see the day,that you'd come out to me and say,"I love you, baby, everyday."Then I'd grin from ear to ear,I would say this and make it clear,"I would never shed a tear,for someone here for me year-to-year."And when I wonder where you're at,I look at the chair where once you sat,laid your feet upon the mat,and bowed your head to remove your hat.When we met,you made me sweat,worry and fret,and now I am forever in your debt.I would wake up every hour,every night climb a tower,dream of money and power,and you would handsomely hand me a beautiful flower.Forever and always I will care,about the moments we will share.Across the room people will glare,and I will notice every stare.
Left HandLeft HandWriting with my left hand,is hard as you can see.My mommy said she didn't like it,so she won't talk to me.I gave her candy and some roses,a puppy and a hat.I polished her big toes,and she still says I'm a brat!I think my mom is lying,just to get the gifts.Now I use my right hand,'cause my other one is stiff.She says she loves me anyway,no matter which hand I use.How could you not love this face,with such pretty baby blues?