Hey, can I meet you at three instead of four? A dog threw up on me (no, really) And I gotta make a detour
Seven little numbers brought us together Two Six Five Seven Four Three One Who’d have guessed that when some stranger texted me He would succeed in makin’ me smile?
(Chorus) Seven little numbers hold the key to my heart And though I deny it, I’ve loved them from the start I don’t know what I’m doing here But I know that I smile when those little numbers appear
Seven is for the number of days in a week You hate Tuesdays, and Thursdays bore me outta my mind On Sundays you go with Bradshaw to Central Park But no matter what day it is, you make me smile
Six is the number of treats that I gave you Ocean Hall, and the Brooklyn Bridge and coffee in between I gave you Christmas spirit and asked for nothing’ in return Because all I wanted to do was make you smile
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Five is the number of years old you are You argue five and a half, but I disagree And while that makes me sound vaguely pedophilic We both know your immaturity makes me smile
Four coffee cups lined up in a row You think it’s a hug in a cup, but I’m pretty sure that’s tea I meant it when I said there’ll always be coffee So even when I’m not there, I can make you smile
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Three is for the three little words I can’t say to you Though sometimes I really wish I could But these days it’s comforting just knowing that they’re true And just thinking about them makes me smile
Two is for the pets that we own Bradshaw and James Benroy the Third We complain about them and the things that they do But at the end of the day, they make us smile
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One is you, the person who made this all happen Who linked their seven little numbers with my own Goofy and sweet and funny and everything I need You never fail to make me smile
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Hey, can I meet you at three instead of four? A dog threw up on me (no, really) And I gotta make a detour