Waking up on a Sunday morning Slowly clearing my head You walked in without any warning Bring me breakfast in bed
I say I'm a lucky fellow Having someone like you Walking under the same umbrella What's a fellow 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 it, taking it Loving the things that we do Love is the day where we just get away on the wings of the first plane that flies Love is the though, not the gift that been bought, but the look of suprise in your eyes Never say goodbye. We need each other
Woman you know we do Get the shaking of fourteen fevers simply beening with you When I 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?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.