Lyrics Just One of Those Things - Ambrose and His Orchestra

Just One of Those Things

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