Your hands fit perfectly in mine.
I’m so happy we’re us.
We fit together like two perfect hands,
Even though mine are much bigger than yours.
Sometimes I can’t wait to go home,
And do something “stupid” with you.
Like Watch our favorite TV.
Or eat something silly like
Hot dogs and pickles. We always love that.
If it’s a bad day, You’re an escape.
If it’s a bad day, you make it great.
It must be fate that we’re together
because your hands fit perfectly in mine.
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