You Are

You're the bon to my jour
You're the chick to my flick
You're the hand to my phone
You're the note to my book
You're the canvas to my bag
You're the mars to my eille
You're the mathe to my matics
You're the back to my hug
You're the whipped to my cream
You're the french to my fries
You're the ham to my burger
You're the straw to my berry
You're the taylor to my swift
You're the bed to my cover
You're the choco to my chips
You're the head to my set
You're the marylin to my monroe
You're the the blue to my dress
You're the edward to my bella
You're the question to my mark
You're the 500 days of to my summer
You're the new to my york
You're the never to my land
You're the para to my more
You're the mayo to my naisse
You're the day to my dream
You're the cine to my phile
You're the ice to my cream
You're the british to my accent
You're the dear to my john
You're the peter to my pan
You're the big to my ben
You're the friday to my night
You're the ten to my nessee
You're the jack to my jill
You're the future to my husband
You're the maca to my rons
You're the the to my beatles
You're the french to my literature
You're the harry to my potter
You're the what to my if
You're the summer to my finn
You're the since to my rely
You're the cup to my cake