Snowflakes outside my window,
Turning to rain when they hit the ground.
Traffic lights and people are rushing,
Thousands umbrellas are moving round.
I’m gonna stay here with you beside me,
We’ll turn this Monday to Sunday.
Let’s call work and say we’re not coming,
Order some food and lock the door.
What a perfect day to stay in bed with you.
What a perfect way to spend my day with you.
Candle lights and La vie en Rose,
A bottle of wine by the fire.
Il m’a dit des mots d’amour,
Des mots tous les jours on the radio.
I’m gonna stay here with you beside me,
We’ll turn this Monday to Sunday.
Leave all the troubles and worries behind us,
Just like there is no tomorrow.
What a perfect day to stay in bed with you.
What a perfect way to spend my day with you.
What a perfect day to stay in bed with you.
What a perfect day to lay here close to you.
What a perfect day to stay in bed with you,
What a perfect way to spend my day with you.
What a perfect day to stay in bed with you,
What a perfect day to lay here close to you.
