I heard you told your friends that I could be your type
The type to take you out, and love you through the night
They say the brightest days follow the darkest nights
I could really treat you right
I could really love you right
This is a letter to the woman of my dreams
The type of lady to change somebody's world as it seems
Personality the realest, ass out of this world
Just like the stars in the sky, like when they whirl and they gleam
Sometimes I wonder if you even know I exist
Allow me to introduce myself my friends call me Chris
I'm little mellow fellow and I come from the West
Often have troubled relationships if I must confess
Honestly I want to get to know you better
Didn't tell you in person decide to write you a letter
I'll write a thousand songs and maybe even some poems
Visions of chilling posted up while you're wearing my sweater
I heard you told your friends that I could be your type
The type to take you out, and love you through the night
They say the brightest days follow the darkest nights
I could really treat you right
I could really love you right
Maybe you could meet my parents I'll fly you up out to Paris, be the woman I cherish no other couple come near us.
Baby you could be my queen, I'll even buy you a palace
Have you posted on a throne while sipping wine from a chalice
In my eyes you're the baddest this is all I ever wanted
Just give me a chance, take you every party - me and you we could dance
It's so easy when you lift up my mood, not having you is like starving in a room full of food
Not having you is like drowning in a pool, two feet
But the wounds from all my exes man they cut too deep
They got me writing letters I'm afraid shoot my shot
Not trying to pretend be somebody that I'm not