The Postman's At The Door
While The Telephone Rings On The Kitchen Wall,
Pretend We're Not At Home And They'll Disappear.
I Want To Be With You, Tell Me What I Can Do,
Nothing Is Too Small
Away From All This Jazz We Could Do Anything At All.
Distractions, Like Butterflies Are Buzzing 'Round My Head.
When I'm Alone I Think Of You
And The Things We'd Do If We Could Only Be Through
With These Distractions.
I'll Fond The Peaceful Place Far A Way From The Noise Of A Busy
Day
Where We Can Spend Our Nights Counting Shooting Stars,
Distractions, Like Butterflies Are Buzzing 'Round My Head.
When I'm Alone I Think Of You
And The Things We'd Do If We Could Only Be Through
With These Distractions, Like Butterflies They're
Buzzing 'Round My Head, When I'm Alone I Think Of You
And The Life We'd Lead If We Could Only Be Free
From These Distractions.