Lletres: Nat King Cole. Meet Me at No Special Place.

(and I'll be there at no particular time)
(pyle/robinson/terker)


Baby, we two can't get along,
I'm never right, you're never wrong.
So meet me at no special place,
And I'll be there at no particular time.


Baby, it just ain't common sense
Mixin' up love with arguments.
So meet me at no special place,
And I'll be there at no particular time.


I'm all fed up on stormy weather,
I'm going where it's june.
Here's hopin' I see you never
'cause if I do, that will be too soon.


Now that I've put my heart on ice,
Missing you will seem paradise.
So meet me at no special place,
And I'll be there at no particular time.



~interlude~


You'd better bring along your glasses
In case I'm hard to find,
You'll wish you could see before you
As clearly as you can see behind.


You can turn back in retropect
Of the times you stuck out your neck.
So meet me at no special place,
And I'll be there at no particular time.


All we do is make up
Then quarrel all over again,
But this is it ~ the breakup
From now on, you knew me when...


So meet me at no special place,
And I'll be there at no particular time!