<Roberta Flack> page <Blue Lights In The Basement> album page |
Fine, Fine DayWoo, 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) |