Oh, it's the niceness of it all, Baby, it's the niceness of it all, Whether you are close to me or far, It doesn't matter in the least, As long as I can be with you, Any time I need to, like a baby, That's just starting to grow, It's the niceness of it all that, Makes me love you more and more And it's the niceness of it all, Baby, it's the niceness of it all, That makes me write to you and say How much I've missed you over the weeks, That makes me call you on the phone Whenever there's a chance to speak And even if there's only time to say hello, It's the niceness of it all That makes me love you more and more I don't know what's come over me I've hardly touched a drink, My mother thinks it's marvelous, He's off the road to sin, She thinks you're just the tonic, That I need, And who am I to argue, After all, isn't that what I believe It's the niceness of It all, Baby, it's the niceness of it all, If I can't be with you for a week, Then a day will have to do, I won't say that that's enough, But then beggars c