| It’s the niceness of it all
|
| Baby it’s the niceness of it all
|
| Whether you are close to me or far
|
| It doesn’t matter in the least
|
| As long as I can be with you
|
| Any time I need to
|
| Like the baby that’s just starting to grow
|
| It’s the niceness of it all that makes me love you more and more
|
| And it’s the niceness of it all
|
| Baby, it’s the niceness of it all
|
| That makes me write to you and say how much I’ve missed you over the weeks
|
| That makes me call you on the phone
|
| Whenever there’s a chance to speak
|
| And even if there’s only time to say hello
|
| It’s the niceness of it all, that makes me love you more and more
|
| I don’t know what’s come over me
|
| I’ve hardly touched a drink
|
| My mother thinks it’s marvelous
|
| He’s off the road to sin
|
| She thinks you’re just the tonic that I need
|
| And who am I to argue after all isn’t that what I believe
|
| It’s the niceness of it all
|
| Baby it’s the niceness of it all
|
| If I can’t be with you for a week then a day will
|
| Have to do I won’t say that that’s enough
|
| But then beggars can’t be choosers
|
| And besides if nothing else at least I know
|
| It’s the niceness of it all that makes me love you more and more
|
| Every time I see a shadow I think what a blessing it must be
|
| Not to have to talk with fingers
|
| Not to have to look with nothing to see
|
| You try living your life to the full confined to a chair
|
| Try and hide your loneliness when none is there |