The Wedding Singer
I want to make you smile whenever you’re sad. Carry you around when your arthritis is bad.
All I want to do is grow old with you. I’ll get your medicine when your tummy aches.
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks. Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you.
I’ll miss you, Kiss you, Give you my coat when you are cold. Need you, Feed you, Even let you hold the remote control.
So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink. Put you to bed if you’ve had too much to drink.
I could be the man who grows old with you. I want to grow old with you.
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