Six' Two"

I asked how tall you were You said you were 6'2 I believe it because when we talk I have to look up to look at you When I go in for a hug I have to stand up on my toes To wrap my arms around your neck I always blush, but I hope it never shows Sometimes you beat me to the hug And I get to squeeze you around your waist And sometimes I glance up at your lips Longing for a taste When we stand a little too close And we turn and meet each other's gaze If I look up a bit, and you look down a bit We are inches from a perfect kiss You say you're 6'2 It's clear, you stagger over me But I think you're the perfect height I think you're the perfect everything