In all the world, just being with you
It’s all of my world, just being with you
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, baby
A peck of pickled peppers he did pick
But if Peter picked a peck of peppers over you he was a fool
Yes, he was
‘Cause where’s that peck of pickled peppers he picked?
From his perfect pronunciation what good did he get?
I’d gladly give my pickle if I could just have a peck from you
From you, from you, from you
In all of the world there’s nothing half as sweet as looking at you, girl
Here’s looking at you, girl!
In all of the world there’s nothing half as sweet as being with you, girl
Just being with you
The sky may fall and the sun come down
I’ll be fine as long as you’re around
We’ll hunker down and cuddle up
Take another sip from your lovin’ cup
Oh, baby—yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cockle-doodle-doodle-doo, my baby
There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do, my baby
To keep myself with you, pretty baby, with you (pretty baby, with you)
Should you lose a shoe, my baby, I’d surely share with you, my baby
There’s nothing I’d rather do than to stay with you
In all of the world there’s nothing half as sweet as looking at you, girl Here’s looking at you, girl!
In all of the world there’s nothing half as sweet as being with you, girl
Just being with you
In all the world, just being with you
It’s all of my world, just being with you
In all the world, just being with you
It’s all of my world, just being with you
Words, music, recording, and production by Richard Faylor
© Deep Happy Music
richardfaylor@yahoo.com
208-713-4002