I wanna come home to roses

And dirty little notes on Post-its

And when my hair starts turning gray

He'll say I'm like a fine wine

Better with age

I guess I learned it from my parents

That true love starts with friendship

A kiss on the forehead, a date night

Fake an apology after a fight

I need a man who's patient and kind

Gets out of the car and holds the door

I wanna slow dance

In the living room like

We're 18 at senior prom and grow

Old with someone

Who makes me feel young

I need a man who loves me like

My father loves my mom