In the movie plays of now-a-days, A romance always must begin in June, Tales in magazines have all their scenes Of love laid in a garden 'neath the moon. But I don't miss, that kind of bliss What I want is this, A cup of coffee, a sandwich and you, A cozy corner, a table for two, A chance to whisper and cuddle and coo With lots of huggin' and kissin' in view. I don't need music, lobster or wine, Whenever your eyes look into mine. The things I long for are simple and few, A cup of coffee, a sandwich and you!