Just One of Those Things - Ambrose and His Orchestra

You’d be so nice to come home 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

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, I wanna come home to you

You’d be nice, so nice, so nice

To come home to and love