I like to read the newspaper--I like my coffee too

I like to watch the vapor make little curly-cues

But the paper and the vapor don’t stay on my mind 
 
Like the imagery that you leave behind

They can’t hold a candle to 

The way I feel about you


I like to ride the rides at amusement parks

All my insides making graceful arcs

But my head starts spinning when I see you, girl

So every minute on the tilt-a-whirl 

Runs a distant second to 

The way I feel about you


I’m so satisfied 

That I’ve got you by my side

You’re so far above

Every other thing that I love



If I was a producer down in Hollywood

Where the ladies are looser and they all look good

Well I’d still be in agony

OK, just a little bit of ecstasy 

But they’d leave me alone if they only knew

They couldn’t do a single thing to

This love that’s oh so true

The way I feel about you

They can’t hold a candle to

The way I feel about you