THE WAY I AM ... BY INGRID MICHAELSON If you were falling, then I would catch you You need a light, I'd find a match 'Cause I love the way you say good morning And you take me the way I am If you are chilly, here take my sweater Your head is aching, I'll make it better 'Cause I love the way you call me, baby And you take me the way I am I'd buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair Sew on patches to all you tear 'Cause I love you more than I could ever promise And you take me the way I am You take me the way I am, you take me the way I am
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