He Calls You Hot, I Call You Beautiful.He calls you hot, I call you beautiful.
He makes you pay for dinner, I don’t let you.
He blows you off for his friends, I blow off my friends for you.
He picks on you, I stand up for you.
He loves your body, I love your soul.
… He asks pictures without clothes, I ask them without make-up.
He never invites you to his house, I want to show you off to my family.
He parties hard Saturday night, I stay up thinking of cute messages to send you.
He’s the one who makes you cry and, I’m the one who wipes your tears, holds you tight and, whispers, “It’s going to be alright. I'm here."