Convince me he's a keeper
Little does he know...
He's the one that needs convincing.
The tender way he glides his hands across my face
The way he gently tugs on my lips when he kisses me
The soft way he holds my hand
He's got me
He's got me wrapped around his finger
As I drag my fingers ever so softly along his shoulders, relaxing myself as I drift off to sleep
I feel the tips of his fingers along my thigh.
Just to know he's sleeping inches away from me keeps me safe
To sleep alone is torture to me.
