If thinking about you was a job
I’d be the richest person on earth
For whenever I think about how lovely you are
I become the person I am not
Someone who is hopelessly romantic
But sentimental and hopeful, still
And when she thinks about how wonderful you are
She becomes the person she wants to be
To be near you, holding your hand
Seeing your smile day by day
Laughing at your jokes and filling your eyes with tears
Not because of sadness but because of bliss
So, as I was saying
If this was a job I could take
I wish I can become tenured
So I can be with you forever…