[G]I wanna come ho[D]me to ros[Em]es
And dirty little no[Bm]tes on Post-[C]its
And when our h[G]air starts turning gr[D]ay
I'll say you're like a f[Em]ine wine, be[D]tter with a[G]ge
I guess I learned it fr[D]om my par[Em]ents
That true love st[Bm]arts with friend[C]ship
A kiss on the fore[G]head, a date ni[D]ght
Fake an apo[Em]logy aft[D]er a fig[C]ht
I'll be a m[D]an who's patient and kin[G]d
Gets out of the ca[D]r and holds the do[C]or
We're gonna slow da[D]nce in the living room li[G]ke
We're eighteen at se[Bm]nior prom and g[C]row
Old with some[D]one and make her feel yo[G]ung
I'll be a m[D]an who loves her l[C]ike
My fa[D]ther loves my mo[G]m
