That's What Makes You, You.

Lovely You. What are you going through? You don't have to turn your head, Just look at me instead. You got beautiful eyes, The kind that looks like expensive dyes, Your smile is grand, While you're holdig my hand. Lovely you. Shining bright in morning's dew. Why are you looking at the ground? You know that You don't have to make a sound. Your hair falls perfectly, Like you don't need to be. That's what makes you, you. Through all of this too. You know that I love you. That's what makes you, you.