I love to hear a sad song on a slow Monday Oh deep in February when the skies are grey By frost covered windows id like to sit with you watching woody allen movies with the skyline in our view theres something about moving to the city theres something about the day you leave home theres something about speaking in a new tongue oh baby theres something about you sometimes i get this notion i want to live like Hemingway and live out on the ocean fishing in the island way but I'd be awfully lonesome if I didn't have a friend seeing those dimples when you smile is all i need in the end theres something about the love from your mama theres something about having a best friend theres something about a brother or sister oh baby theres something about you Theres something about stars after midnight theres something about the moon off your back theres something about the night of our wedding oh baby theres something about you