Ripperton Love

We may not be perfect
But we are
(mhmm mhhm mhmm mhhm mhhm)
He’s different
Odd and eccentric
Sometimes even rude
I love him
Don’t know why I want him
Give me attitude
(Can't believe he said that — ugh)
I sometimes sit up in my room and write a poem for you
I pray the days like this when you are a muse
And it feels like
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la
Sometimes
Sit up in the shower
While you wash my hair
Minnie Ripperton playing in the background
Sing filling the air
If you ever leave me I swear I don’t care
Living in the moment I just got him here
And it feels like
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la
Know that we’re not perfect
I know
Are your lips and hands and knees that get so weak
And you chew with your mouth wide open
But you and me create the wind that we all might love
La la la la
La la la la la
La la
Told you better
It’s your turn to wash the dishes