Into Something Good

I woke most Sunday mornings to my dad playing his music full blast downstairs . This is my version of one of the songs , Penned in tribute to our welcoming committee . I woke up this morning feeling fine I knew that I must send the girls a valentine For welcoming me to the neighbourhood Now the soupers are in my blood Something tells me I'm into something good . Something tells me I'm into something. I arrived at soup feeling quiet and shy but they welcomed me as their kinda guy For no other reason than they felt they should and that welcome was oh so good Something tells me I'm into something good Something tells me I'm into something. Only here for a moment or two That lovely greeting came out of the blue and I couldn't help falling in love They are the girls I've been dreaming of The lovely girls I've been dreaming of . They held my hand and guided me Into the soup society I asked if I could write and they told me I could Those sweet soupers are in my blood Something tells me I'm into something good Something tells me I'm into something Something tells me I'm into something ''yeah'' So I'm sending them this valentine They've won a place in this heart of mine They were there for me and they understood That welcome was oh so good Something tells me I'm into something good .