"Oh, you don't want me," you muttered quietly.

"I have baggage."

Baby, I need you to understand that I'd want you even if you had all the baggage of the world

If your baggage clogged every overhead compartment of every airplane ever flown

If you bought out every Loius Vuitton and Miu Miu and Kate Spade in order to hold it all

If your baggage was stuffed under every train seat and crammed into every student't knapsack and carried in every purse, every stachel, every glovebox and junk drawer and closet

Baby, even if you had enough baggage to fill every moving van in America

I would still want you

So hand me that Prada tote

Let me help you carry some