Writer, baby, you could be the quote, yeah (Uh)
If I'm the lyric, baby, you could be the note (Uh), record that!
Saint, I'm a sinner, prize, I'm a winner
And it's you, what did I do to deserve that?
Paper, baby, I'll be the pen
Say that I'm the one 'cause you are a ten
Real and not pretend
Even when the sky comes fallin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Even when the sun don't shine
I got faith in you and I