Bruce and Lisa January 12 2005

If anybody wants to see  the million miracles within you,
If anybody wants to see  I’ll show them more than this.

If anybody wants to know, I want to be the first to tell them.
If anybody wants to know the way you look to me.

You are all my fantasies come true.  How can I do anything but love you?

If anybody wants to hear, I’ll shout it ’til they beg for silence.
If anybody wants to hear, I’ll whisper in their sleep.

Instrumental verse.

If anybody wants to know that you are nearly perfect darling,
Their brain is operating slow, their heart can’t feel the beat.

You are all my fantasies come true. How can I do anything but love you?
“How come you’re this lucky?” they ask me. I say, “I’m lucky because I deserve to be.”

If anybody wants to know . . .anybody.
If anybody still can’t hear. . I’ll tell ‘em in my sleep.
If anybody needs to see, red roses couldn’t smell better.
If anybody wants to know I’ll show them more than this.