Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me

I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile.
You've never loved your stomach or your thighs, the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I love them endlessly.

You can't go to bed without a cup of tea
And maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep
And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep.

I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape.
You never want to know how much you weigh.
You still have to squeeze into your jeans,
But you're perfect to me.

You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you.
You'll never treat yourself right darling, but I want you to.
If I let you know, I'm here for you.