Lyrics

Everybody is talking about the things I have to live without What is happy, baby? They really don't know how to live They've all forgotten how to give What is happy, baby? To me it's walking to the park When I'm alone with you To be in love and in a dream A magic scene for two Barrel hung up in the sky They're laughing wihtout a cry What is happy, baby? The microscope is nickel n dime They say contentment's hard to find What is happy, baby? To me it's looking at the leaves As they fall to ground And see the millions little things Just waiting to be found What is happy, baby? To me it's looking at the leaves As they fall to ground And see the millions little things Just waiting to be found Everybody is talking about the things I have to live without What is happy, baby? They really don't know how to live They've all forgotten how to give What is happy, baby?
Writer(s): Arthur Kornfeld, Steven Duboff, Bill Cowsill, Bob Cowsill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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