55 and counting

Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older? 
Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long 
And wouldn’t it be nice to live together 
In the kind of world where we belong

You know it’s gonna make it that much better 
When we can say goodnight and stay together

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could wake up 
In the morning when the day is new? 
And after having spent the day together 
Hold each other close the whole night through

Happy times together we’ve been spending 
I wish that every kiss was never ending 
Wouldn’t it be nice?

Maybe if we think, and wish, and hope, and pray 
It might come true 
Baby, then there wouldn’t be a single thing we couldn’t do 
We could be married 
(We could be married) 
And then we’d be happy 
(And then we’d be happy)

Wouldn’t it be nice?

You know it seems the more we talk about it 
It only makes it worse to live without it 
But let’s talk about it 
Wouldn’t it be nice?

Good night my baby 
Sleep tight my baby 
Good night my baby 
Sleep tight my baby 
Good night my baby 
Sleep tight my baby

“I love you Denise.”

“Can I see you tomorrow?”

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