I like a man who sings blues,
behind his pokerface,
in his dark blue jeans.
Old Taylor.
I like a man who walks on a brighter side,
looking over a darker side,
looking good on a yellow shirt.
I like a man who has had his heart broken.
Imperfection.
I like it hard, isn't it a taste of real life.
I like a man who sits around the corner,
a step away from the crowd,
looking for company secretly.
I will keep your secret baby.
I won't break down.
Let the road run on its own.
I like a man who takes my hand and cuts my heart open,
I give you mine. I won't take yours.
Would you like to fly?
I like a man who cares that I am here.
I won't fall with you. I will keep you on earth.
I won't walk behind you. I won't run after you.
I will always walk beside you.
I like a man who turns around and says,
"Let's go see what's out there!"
The world is yours. You are brave. Full of adventures.
You never hesitate to drive a wild one.
I like a man who knows life happens only once.
And I happen to him only once.
I like a man who is falling asleep next to me.
His heartbeat is more than enough to say I love him deeply.