In the movie plays of now-a-days,

A romance always must begin in June,

Tales in magazines have all their scenes

Of love laid in a garden 'neath the moon.

But I don't miss, that kind of bliss

What I want is this,

Chorus:

A cup of coffee, a sandwich and you,

A cozy corner, a table for two,

A chance to whisper and cuddle and coo

With lots of huggin' and kissin' in view.

I don't need music, lobster or wine,

Whenever your eyes look into mine.

The things I long for are simple and few;

A cup of coffee, a sandwich and you!