Writer(s): comden/green/styne





Verse:



It's not that you're fairer

Than a lot of girls just as pleasin'

That i doff my hat

As a worshipper at your shrine

It's not that you're rarer

Than asparagus out of season

No, my darling, this is the reason

Why you've got to be mine



Chorus:



You'd be so nice to come to

You'd be so nice by the fire

While the breeze on high, sang a lullaby

You'd be all that i could desire



Under stars chilled by the winter

Under an august moon burning above

You'd be so nice

You'd be paradise, to come home to and love


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