Yesterday I got to dreaming, About a recipe for my love. Took all the things I was feeling, Things around there's just not enough of. I tried and tried to find out The secret for my recipe. But all of these things couldn't make up my baby And what my baby means to me. I took a cup full of sunshine, I added a touch of the rainbow, Sprinkled some happiness around it And a little bit, from a song that I know, One smile and a whole lot of loving, in my recipe, But all that couldn't make up my baby And what my baby means to me. Yes I've done a whole lot of dreaming, But it's no fun when things ain't what they seeming. I love my baby and my baby loves me, Then why can't I find my recipe? Painted me a face like Mona Lisa, Put some magic in the smile. I used all the colours of the rainbow, Artists 'round the world started copying my style. But it still doesn't look like my baby, And what she means to me. I guess I'll never find the secret to my recipe. I took a cup full of sunshine, Added a touch of the rainbow, Sprinkled some happiness around it And a little bit, from a song that I know, One smile and a whole lot of loving, in my recipe, But all that couldn't make up my baby And what my baby means to me.