There’s nothing else I’d rather do
Than spend my afternoon with you
Things in my life, so very few -
Lonely nights, days spent with you
My pillow smells of your perfume,
Dreaming through this afternoon
Sun on my face, bright in my room
I pose for him; I pose for you
Out the window, I see through
A lonely day, this month of June
There’s nothing else I’d rather do
My love’s to share; Don’t mind if I do.