Every morning, before the light, You tiptoe ’round in the dead of night. Night-blind hero, feeling your way, Bumping the doorframe for the hundredth day. Stub your toe on the bedpost there, Bang your elbow, curse the air. I try to sleep, but I start to grin, ’Cause your quiet mission never wins. Oh, my oaf, my sweet clumsy king, You make the loudest silence I’ve ever seen. Shoulders slump and you softly say, “I’m sorry I’m such an oaf today.” But baby, that’s why I love you so, You’re perfectly imperfect, don’t you know? You’re my oaf, my one and only, And I wouldn’t change you, not even slightly. Hit your funny bone, you yell out loud, “It’s not funny!” through the tears you’re proud. Laugh-crying mess on the kitchen floor, Walking into walls like never before. No spatial sense, but a heart so wide, You try so hard to stay by my side. I giggle first, then pull you near, Wipe away that apologetic tear. Oh, my oaf, my sweet clumsy king, You make the loudest silence I’ve ever seen. Shoulders slump and you softly say, “I’m sorry I’m such an oaf today.” But baby, that’s why I love you so, You’re perfectly imperfect, don’t you know? You’re my oaf, my one and only, And I wouldn’t change you, not even slightly. The world might call it clumsy fate, But I call it love in every mistake. Your little crashes, your quiet “oops,” Are the soundtrack to my favorite loops. So keep on bumping, keep on trying, I’ll keep on laughing, then sighing… Oh, my oaf, my sweet clumsy king, You’re the chaos that makes my heart sing. Shoulders up now, hear what I say: “I’m sorry? No— you’re perfect this way.” ‘Cause baby, that’s why I love you so, You’re perfectly imperfect, don’t you know? You’re my oaf, my one and only, Forever mine, completely, wholly.
