Songtext von 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 I Could Have Given I Could Have Given Something New But As It Stands My Organ's Humpin Somethin' Old And All the While I Ask For Flowers to Be Placed By Your Cheek So the Mornin Is Sweet... 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 And Sometimes My Heart, and 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 (Wednesday Will Come)