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The Pleasure Of Her Company - Vic Damone

The Golden Gate from the top of the mark

The lights below like jewels in the dark

I'd trade you every memory

For the pleasure of her company

The fun of taking a cable car ride

The lonely steamer that waits for the tide

I'd give you all these cheerfully

For the pleasure of her company

Sometimes when we're just dining

A sandwich seems like such a treat

There are no candles but still they're shining

They start to gleam when our eyes meet

There are some pleasures we mortals can't know

They're known to angels alone even so

I'm sure the angels envy me

The pleasure of her company

I'm sure the angels envy me

The pleasure of her company