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I want a boy like Noah [from the Notebook]
Who keeps me out until 2 in the morning
Who lays down in the middle of the street with me to watch the street lights change from green to yellow to red, then back to green again
Who picks me flowers and leaves them on my pillow early in the morning
Who lets me stick ice cream on his nose, wipes it on me, then licks it off my face
Who swims with me all the time
Who holds me with my legs wrapped around him when we kiss
Who promises me a white house with blue shutters, and actually keeps his promise
Who lets me hit him when we fight, then waits 2 minutes for me to rebound back to him
Who wipes the tears from my eyes
Who plays with my hair
Who plans surprises for me all the time
Who writes me 365 love letters
Who looks me in the eyes when he tells me he loves me
Who lets me ride on the handle bars of his bicycle
Who takes me to his favorite, secret place
Who reads me poetry
Who is not afraid to bring me home to his family, and more importantly not afraid of my parents
Who calls me baby and refers to me as his sweetheart
Who looks me in the eyes when he tells me he loves me
Who will grow old with me
Who keeps me out until 2 in the morning
Who lays down in the middle of the street with me to watch the street lights change from green to yellow to red, then back to green again
Who picks me flowers and leaves them on my pillow early in the morning
Who lets me stick ice cream on his nose, wipes it on me, then licks it off my face
Who swims with me all the time
Who holds me with my legs wrapped around him when we kiss
Who promises me a white house with blue shutters, and actually keeps his promise
Who lets me hit him when we fight, then waits 2 minutes for me to rebound back to him
Who wipes the tears from my eyes
Who plays with my hair
Who plans surprises for me all the time
Who writes me 365 love letters
Who looks me in the eyes when he tells me he loves me
Who lets me ride on the handle bars of his bicycle
Who takes me to his favorite, secret place
Who reads me poetry
Who is not afraid to bring me home to his family, and more importantly not afraid of my parents
Who calls me baby and refers to me as his sweetheart
Who looks me in the eyes when he tells me he loves me
Who will grow old with me