What Else Is There

I've a chair; you've got a bed We've got a dream or two running through our heads I can't cook; you don't care What else is there? I've got a car; you've got a room If the place gets dirty we can buy a broom Feel the love in the air What else is there? People talk about trouble 'til their blue in the face Run around in circles that's the whole human race But I've got my own figured out You're the sweetest thing I've ever found And God's smiling down What else is there I've got this calm; you're kinda crazy Might be a real cool combination in a baby Your eyes, my hair What else is there People talk about trouble 'til their blue in the face Run around in circles that's the whole human race But I've got my own figured out You're the sweetest thing I've ever found And God's smiling down What else is there Years from now even then We'll get old and maybe go to bed by 10 I'll hold your hand, we'll climb the stairs What else is there Oh yeah, what else is there Ooo, yeah you tell me What else is there