I know there was other girls before me. I know that I wasn’t your first love. I know that I wasn’t the first to call you mine. I know that you’ve called other girls baby or babe before. I know that I wasn’t your first kiss. But all I want is to be the last girl you’d ever be with, the last one that you’d love, the last one to call you mine, the last one you’d ever call baby or babe, and the last one to ever kiss you.