Diamonds

They say that diamonds are forever,
That dress just fits you perfect,
But perfect can't describe you.
You shut it down and you don't try to.
Words can't paint the picture,
Numbers can't match the scale that they try to put you on.
Your heart's my favorite song.
Your thoughts play melodies and I'm always here to listen.
Milk carton love, baby you're the one I'm missing.
The coordination of your style perfects your perfection.
And that dress that you got on completes the collection.
Now take it off slow.
Because we both grown.
We do this thing right, even though it feels wrong
My Cinderella, where has the time gone?
Just promise me this-ll never be our last song.