Big or small problems doesn't mean it's ruined
They gave away our table,
The car ran out of gas.
But it doesn't really matter,
Because we still had a blast.
We took our last bit of money,
Pushed the car beside the road.
Called and ordered pizza,
and we just hung out alone.
I ruined my dress,
And messed up my hair.
But it didn't matter,
All because you were there.
Problems, big or small,
Can't stop a wonderful night.
As long as you're with the ones you love,
It'll always be alright.
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