I like the face you make when you’re trying to beat me at Scrabble

I like the face you make when it’s frozen on Facetime

I like the face you make when you see me in something skimpy

I like the face you make when you’re wondering what’s on my mind

I like your sleeping face, and your smirking face

You’re puzzled face and your focused face

I like the face of your body, of your heart and your mind

Baby I could watch your face all the time

I could stare at your face all the time

I like the face you make when you’re lifting something heavy

I like the face you make when you’re lifting me on your lap

I like the face you make when you think you’re teaching me something

I like the face you make when I’m scratching your back

I like your shaved face, and your beard face

Your that’s-a-bad-smell face, and your tired face

I like the face of your body, of your heart and your mind

Baby I could watch your face all the time

I could stare at your face all the time

I like the face you make when you’re pretending you like what I cooked you

I like the face you make when you’re changing gears in your car

I like the face you make when something is a riot

And I like the face you make when you take a joke too far

I want to touch your face, and hold your face, and wash your face

And bless your face, and test your face, and rest on your face

And kiss your face, I miss your face

I want to hang a giant painting up in oil

Of your face

Your face, I really miss

Your face, so much it hurts

Your face

I could stare at your face all the time