You’re the reason I wake up with butterflies inside,
why I put on makeup on my eye.
You’re the reason why I keep Halls candy in my bag,
and a sample of the latest perfume to brag.
You’re the reason of my spearmint breath
and having my face clear of hair
You’re why I try to seem intelligent
why my attempts are so cogent.
You are why I try to make myself look pretty
why my face is from that brand Acme.
Let’s not forget you’re the reason for my tears
of endless nights without being able to sleep.