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