Bruno Mars

When he opened the door and he came in, she couldn't believe it.

When he asked the night, she couldn't believe it.

When they were on the couch watching The Sandlot,

she couldn't believe it.

When she fell asleep in his arms, she couldn't belive it.

It was then that morning, with the sun creeping in

through the slightly parted curtains she knew why

she couldn't.

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