I don't know what it is
That beauty that he sees
That something extra special that makes life more livable
We walk along the river
And through his eyes I see
A world of things I never knew could be
My puddings and souffles to him become bouquets
That something extra special that he adds to everything
A room becomes a garden
A hat rack is a tree
And emerald leaves come falling down on me
If in this world of fancy
A shilling should be missing
The wealth of love and kissing
Should banish despair
A cloud must come and go
A cold wind surely blow
But Oh, it's good to know
Before the breeze blows sweet again
That something extra special
Will sweep the worry out
And isn't that what love is all about

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