آهنگ: Lionel Richie. Coming Home. What You Are.

It's four in the morning and I'm sitting here at night
I'm writing you this song to say what's on my mind
I'm leaving in an hour and you won't be up in time to say goodbye
And whoa, I'm putting this on tape

Baby, you're wonderful, I really mean it, babe
More than you will ever know
Wish that I could stay but I gotta go
I'll be back but in the meantime keep in mind

That you are something too big for words
And it's my pleasure to love you for better or worse
'Cause what you are, a beautiful mother to your kids
Sometimes this slips my mind so in case I forget

Girl, you are, you are better than anything I ever had
You are the perfect love, never give you up
Because you are my heart my soul my breath
Take it all until there's nothing left 'cause baby you are

Now no man has ever loved his woman more than I love you
Girl, you know it's true
And no man can ever say he does a woman better than I do you
That ain't true, here's what I do

Send you fresh-cut roses every day of the week
Take you shopping whenever, more importantly
Wrap my loving arms around you
To reassure everything I felt that first night I feel it more

You are something too big for words
And it's my pleasure to love you for better or worse
'Cause what you are, a beautiful mother to your kids
Sometimes this slips my mind so in case I forget

Girl, you are, you are better than anything I ever had
You are the perfect love, never give you up
Because you are my heart my soul my breath
Take it all until there's nothing left 'cause baby you are

Girl, you are something too big for words
And it's my pleasure to love you for better or worse
'Cause what you are, a beautiful mother to your kids
Sometimes this slips my mind so in case I forget

Girl, you are, you are better than anything I ever had
You are the perfect love, never give you up
Because you are my heart, my soul, my breath
Take it all until there's nothing left 'cause baby you are

Girl, you are, you are, you are
Girl, you are, you are