Don't ever fall in love, he swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair. I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong, and I don't think it ever crossed his mind. He tells a joke, I fake a smile,but I know all his favorite songs. And I could tell you, his favorite color's green he loves to argue born on the ninetieth, his sister's beautiful. He has his father's eyes, and if you ask me if I love him.. I'd lie.