| You'd Be so Nice to Come Home To |
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| It’s not that you’re fairer |
| Than a lot of girls just as pleasin' |
| That I doff my hat |
| As a worshiper 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 |
| 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 |
