Fine, Fine Day

(альбом: Blue Lights In The Basement - 1977)

Woo, ooh
...

When his shirt that hangs inside my closet door
Makes me smile and feel his warmth surround me
And his footsteps in the hall can start me soaring
I think it's getting heavy, think they call it love

When I see his sleeping head so close to me at night
And a wave of tender feeling rushes through me
And it's only him I wanna see come morning light
I think it's getting heavy, think they call it love

It's a fine, fine day
When a love like yours comes my way
It's a fine, fine day
Living here with you
Me and you

When he smiles at me and in his eyes he shows
That I'm being loved down to my very toes
And I don't mind if everybody knows
I think it's getting heavy, think they call it love

It's a fine, fine day
When a love like yours comes my way
It's a fine, fine day
Share a life with you
Me and you

I think they call it love
(Fine, fine day)
I think they call it love
(Fine, fine day)
I think they call it love
(Fine, fine day)
I think they call it love
(Fine, fine day)