You watch me as I brush my hair|You write me a poem, leave it on my bed|We are going on the number eight|And you break my like a china plate||By the way, I loved you every day|Though you might think otherwise|And if I may, I'm still feeling the same way|I think I will all my life||I tried to cheer you up when you were blue|I run up the stairs, go two by two|But I wasn't very good, was I?|And I hate it that you think I lie||By the way, I loved you every day|Though you might think otherwise|And if I may, I'm still feeling the same way|I think I will all my life||I remember taxis to your door|You get me the money from your chest of drawers|One day you tell me that I broke the spell|And it was bad but it was good as well||(I loved you every day, I do, by the way)||By the way, I loved you every day|Though you might think otherwise|And if I may, I'm still feeling the same way|I think I will all my life||I did, I do