I Cover The Waterfront - Frank Sinatra, Nelson Riddle And His Orchestra

It’s not that you’re fairer

Than a lot of girls just as pleasin'

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 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