In a cozy, little four-by-two
With an angel half as sweet as you,
I’d live contently
Oh, how happy I’d be
That old landlord comin’ ’round for rent
Couldn’t put a dent in my content
Love’s what the poet meant
Who’ll write our heaven
Oh, the kisses that you’d give to me
I would use to sweeten up my tea
I’d sit upon your knee
Paradise, it would be
And oh, the billing and cooing
That I would be doing
In that corner of heaven with you
INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE
And oh, the billing and cooing
That I would be doing
In that corner of heaven with you