Nobody Else
DON S. REID
When I lie down beside you
And her attentions all on me
There's nobody else that I would rather be
When I look across the table
And you're lookin' back at me
There's nobody else that I would rather be
No picture in the paper
The moon is our TV
Nobody in the news are history
When our babies call me Daddy
And throw their arms 'round me
There's nobody else that I would rather be
No picture in the paper
The moon is our TV
Nobody in the news are history
When our babies call me Daddy
And throw their arms 'round me
There's nobody else that I would rather be
There's nobody else that I would rather be