Waking up on a Sunday morning
Slowly clearing my head
You walk in and without any warning
Bring me breakfast in bed
I′d say I'm a lucky fella
Having someone like you
Walking under the same umbrella
What′s a fella to do?
Just too good to be true
Love is the pleasure that
No one can measure the
Pleasure that I get from you
Love is in making it
Giving and taking it
Loving the things that we do
Love is a day where we
Just get away on the wings of the first plane that flies
Love is the thought, not the gift that's been bought
But the look of surprise in your eyes
Never say goodbye
We need each other
Woman, you know we do
Get the shaking of fourteen fevers
Simply being with you
When I'm thinking about you, woman
Something happens to me
When I′m looking in your direction
Baby, I can see three
Which of you can she be?
Love is the pleasure that
No one can measure the
Pleasure that I get from you
Love is in making it
Giving and taking it
Loving the things that we do
Love is a day where we
Just get away on the wings of the first plane that flies
Love is the thought, not the gift that′s been bought
But the look of surprise in your eyes
Love is the pleasure that
No one can measure the
Pleasure that I get from you
Love is in making it
Giving and taking it
Loving the things that we do
Love is the pleasure that
No one can measure the
Pleasure that I get from you
Love is in making it
Giving and taking it
Loving the things that we do
Writer(s): Sammy Cahn, Bobby Gosh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
