The clothes that you wear

The clothes that you wear
The colour of your hair
The music that you share
I guess that I like you
And the way you pronounce the S is
Like the feeling I have next to you is
Beuatiful, you're beautiful
I'd like to spend the night with you
We crunch your cereal and shoes
To ?(bench crest)? through the early hours
You are the puddle of mud
In the pig sty of my life
And I hope that you know what I'm trying to say to you
I guess that I love you
I have told you these things so
You would not abandon your faith