Annabel Milisa-Parker




Annabel Milisa-Parker
Rockport, Maine
 
Writers:
Annabel Milisa-Parker – Story Source
Melodi Var Ongel, Malcolm Brooks – Musical Sherpas
 
Recording:
Annabel Milisa Parker – Vocal
Melodi Var Ongel – Piano


He Would Squeeze My Hand
In a coffee shop on a snowy night in Maine, Annabel discovers that someone sees her differently from how she sees herself.
 
It was the first night when it started to snow
So, we went to a little coffee shop
I asked him why do you like me

 
He said, if I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t be here
I don’t deserve to make him sad
I said that you should have someone happy

 
He doesn’t say many words
But he would squeeze my hand

 
He was handsome and 3 years older than me
He had more time to grow up
Sometimes, his age made me feel younger

 
He doesn’t say many words
But he would squeeze my hand

 
I told him to tell me about his imperfections
He said something that I can’t say
He sees me the way I see him
He sees himself the way I see me

 
He doesn’t say many words
But he would squeeze my hand

 
We didn’t stop holding hands
As we got up from the table
We kissed in the snow

 
He doesn’t say many words
But he would squeeze my hand