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Lyricist: Michael Bublé
Lyrics:
Out of the tree of life, I just picked me a plum
You came along and everything started to hum Still its a real good bet, the best is yet to come
The best is yet to come, and baby won't it be fine You think you've seen the sun, but you ain't seen it shine Wait till the warm-up's underway Wait till our lips have met Wait till you see that sunshine day You ain't seen nothin yet The best is yet to come, and baby won't it be fine The best is yet to come, come the day you're mine
The best is yet to come Come the day you're mine Oh come the day you're mine I'm gonna teach you to fly We've only tasted the wine We're gonna drain that cup dry Wait till your charms are right, for the arms to surround You think you've flown before, but you ain't left the ground Wait till you're locked in my embrace Wait till I hold you near Wait till you see that sunshine place There ain't nothin' like it here
The best is yet to come, and baby won't it be fine
The best is yet to come, come the day you're mine Come the day you're mine I've got plans for you baby And baby you're gonna fly
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