Little things, Girls vision

Your hand fits in mine
Like it's made just for me
But bear this in mind
It was meant to be
Can you joining up the dots
With the freckles on my cheeks?
will it all make sense to you?

You know I've never loved
The crinkles by my eyes when I smile
I've never loved
My stomach or my thighs
The dimples in my back at the bottom of my spine

But will you love them endlessly?

I can't go to bed,
Without a cup of tea,
And maybe that's the reason
That I talk, in my sleep
And all these conversations
will you keep that as a secret?
Though it makes no sense to you
you know I've never loved the sound of my voice on tape
I never want to know how much I weigh
I still have to squeeze into my jeans
and,

am I perfect to you?