Those Three Words

I could have written a story
Out of those three words
But as it stands
My organ's pumping notes to the skill of your smile

All the while
I ask for flowers to be placed by your cheek
So the mornin' is sweet
The pleasure is close
Tick, tick, tick, tick, my dear

Can't you see?
I could have written a story
Out of "I love you"
Yeah, huh, huh, oh

I could have given
I could have given something new
But as it stands
My organ's humpin' somethin' old, uh huh

And all the while
I ask for flowers to be placed by your cheek
So the mornin' is sweet, yeah

Somehow
From beginning to end
Is right here
Holding your hand
And shining your shoes
And pouring the wine
And lately, seems like everything
I'm a slave
I'm a master

But sometimes my heart
Sometimes my soul
And sometimes my fingers
Walk 'round my eyes
And precious thoughts
And diamond dreams
Somehow
From beginning to end
Is right here
Holding your hand

Somehow
From beginning to end
Is right here
Holding your hand

Somehow
Do-do-do-do
Do do
Do...
Wednesday will come