Love Is - Paul Anka

Waking up on a Sunday morning

Slowly clearing my head

You walked in without any warning

Bring me breakfast in bed

I say I’m a lucky fellow

Having someone like you

Walking under the same umbrella

What’s a fellow to do?

Just too good to be true

Love is the pleasure that no one can measure

The pleasure that I get from you

Love is in making it, giving it, taking it

Loving the things that we do

Love is the day where we just get away on the wings of the first plane that

flies

Love is the though, not the gift that been bought, but the look of suprise in

your eyes

Never say goodbye.

We need each other

Woman you know we do

Get the shaking of fourteen fevers simply beening with you

When I thinking about you woman

Something happens to me

When I’m looking in your direction

Baby I can see three

Which of you can she be?