Writer(s): comden/green/styne Verse: It's not that you're fairer Than a lot of girls just as pleasin' That I doff my hat As a worshipper at your shrine It's not that you're rarer Than asparagus out of season No, my darling, this is the reason Why you've got to be mine Chorus: You'd be so nice to come to You'd be so nice by the fire While the breeze on high, sang a lullaby You'd be all that I could desire Under stars chilled by the winter Under an august moon burning above You'd be so nice You'd be paradise, to come home to and love