Lyrics: Trisha Yearwood. Perfect Love.

Sunday mornin' when the paper comes
Let's read it front to back and see what's going on
Drink our coffee by the flower bed
And talk about the stuff that's running through our heads
When you look at me the way you do
I can't help but look right back at you

Yeah, this is a perfect love
We're doin' nothin' but what a perfect love does
We're not tryin' to make history
It's just you and me in a perfect love

Hey, let's drive to the edge of town
See what there is to see and then turn back around
Stop by and see your mom and dad
And hear 'em talk about the busy week they had
Then let's take a walk beside the lake
See what kinda fun we can make

Yeah, this is a perfect love
We're doin' nothin' but what a perfect love does
We're not tryin' to make history
It's just you and me in a perfect love

Oh, ain't it a perfect love?
I know you love me just because

Yeah, this is a perfect love
We're doin' nothin' but what a perfect love does
We're not tryin' to make history
It's just you and me in a perfect love

This is a perfect love in a perfect love
Yeah, we got a perfect love