Oh My Darling - Basia Bulat
There are two things I will carry
In my pockets at the end
Oh my darling
You are one of them
The way you look
When you have a story to begin
Oh my darling
That's the other half
And I will never lose them
No i'll never never show them like a prize
I will keep them out of sight
And I will never give them up to any ceiling
Promise or a lie
They are mine until I die until I die