My friends mom is 4’9 and her dad is 6’5. Whenever she is mad at him, she grabs a chair to yell in his face. Everytime that happens, he’s laughing too hard for her to stay mad. They say it’s the only way they’ve been married for so long.
But sometimes, I just want somebody to hold. Someone to give me their jacket when it’s cold. Got that young love even when we’re old. Yeah sometimes, I want someone to grab my hand. Pick me up, hold me close, be my man. I will love you till the end.