| There’s nothing fancy bout the way i love you, |
| there’s nothing you could not find, in any other man. |
| There’s nothing fancy bout the way I love you, |
| but I love you as hard as I can. |
| There’s no good reason for the way you love me, |
| but you’re my walking dream come true. |
| There’s no good reason for the way you love me, |
| But I thank God that you do. |
| I don’t know the perfect conversation, |
| I don’t know the way to turn a head, |
| I don’t know the perfect way to prove my love, |
| But I know I’ll love you till I’m dead. |
| There’s nothing fancy bout the way I love you, |
| It’s as simple as the stars in the sky, and the blue in the sea. |
| There’s nothing fancy bout the way I love you, |
| But it sure is fancy how you love me. |
| But it sure is fancy how you love me. |