Me and you and the Sunday paper

Spread all over the bed

A rose colored morning light

All to ourselves

Hot coffee and the comic strips

Pillow talk and your fingertips

Laying down and loving

Til theres nothing left



Chorus

Ill take the little things

The simple pleasures that your sweet love brings

Ill take the little things with you



Open the windows, leave that old fan on

Lay here with me til the sun is gone



Dont say nothin just let the time

Pass right on by

I want to hear you breathe

I want to brush your hair

I dont care if we go anywhere

Weve got everything we need



Right here in this room



Chorus



Me and you and the Sunday paper

Spread all over the bed