Lyrics:

Milton Pascal Edgar Fairchild These are nights below And that's the moon above And those are eyes that say you're mine Why can't we combine these'n that'n those These are moments rare And that's the comfy chair And those are lips that should be kissed How can we resist these'n that'n those Holding conversation is no recreation And we have so much more to do I'd be disrespectful If I were neglectful Of all that nature gave to you These two hearts are bold And that's a hand to hold And those two arms have room to spare Where we both can share these'n that'n those