What did I do,
To get a friend like you?
What kind of fate,
Made my life this great?
I want to stand by your side,
Stay for the end of the ride,
Because you make me want to fly,
And now I can die,
Happy . . .
And now I smell the roses in your hair,
That scent that could make a criminal care,
And my heart beats with a flair,
While I try to resist the dare,
As I work to avoid another scare.
You're the best that I ever had,
And in my mind you'll always be that way . . .
