I'm coming over on Sunday afternoon
When you stay home when I got nothing to do
And when I leave wanna turn back
Well it must be something I lack
It's far too groovy to be true

There's something to you, something I can't deny
Your apple strudel, the twinkle in your eye
And when I'm done, you serve me more
9.9: that's your score
It's far too groovy to be true

You turn round and smile at me
I look back and wonder
What it is that makes the sun go down

Listening to the Doobies, Marvin, Bach or Sly
Don't matter to me when you are by my side
And when I'm down, wanna go back
To the place where it's at
It's far too groovy to be true

It's you