YOU'D BE SO NICE TO COME HOME TO (Cole Porter) ("Something
To Shout About")
It's not that you're fairer than a lot of girls just as pleasing,
That I doff my hat as a worshipper 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 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 the 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.
