Text: Gilbert Osullivan. The Niceness Of It All.

It's the niceness of it all Baby it's the niceness of it all Whether you are close to me or far It doesn't matter in the least As long as I can be with you Any time I need to Like the baby that's just starting to grow It's the niceness of it all that makes me love you more & more. And it's the niceness of it all Baby, it's the niceness of it all That makes me write to you and say how much I've missed you over the weeks That makes me call you on the phone Whenever there's a chance to speak And even if there's only time to say hello It's the niceness of it all, that makes me love you more & more. I don't know what's come over me I've hardly touched a drink My mother thinks it's marvelous He's off the road to sin She thinks you're just the tonic that I need And who am I to argue after all isn't that what I believe It's the niceness of it all Baby it's the niceness of it all If I can't be with you for a week then a day will .have to do I won't say that that's enough But then beggars can't be choosers And besides
if nothing else at least I know It's the niceness of it all that makes me love you more & more. Every time I see a shadow I think what a blessing it must be Not to have to talk with fingers Not to have to look with nothing to see You try living your life to the full confined to a chair Try and hide your loneliness when none is there.