In the movie plays of now-a-days
A romance always must begin in June
Tales in magazines have all their scenes
Of love laid in a garden 'neath the moon
But I don't miss, that kind of bliss
What I want is this
A cup of coffee, a sandwich and you
A cozy corner, a table for two
A chance to whisper and cuddle and coo
With lots of huggin' and kissin' in view
I don't need music, lobster or wine
Whenever your eyes look into mine
The things I long for are simple and few
A cup of coffee, a sandwich and you!
