When I look into my book, oh so late at night,
I see the names of the girls I knew and used to hold so tight,
But I remember all the little things that we used to do and share, but the thrill of you being close to me, is no longer there,
When I look upon my shelf, I shed a tear, Oh why, I see the pictures of you I took and they seem to make me cry,
But I remember all the little things that we used to do and share, but the thrill of you being close to me, is no longer there.
You know baby, when I look into my book, you know, I seem to remember, all the goods times we used to share, and all them walks
down lovers lane, even the fights with your dad,
Yeah after all this time, it seems so real and sad,
But I remember all the little things that we used to do and share, but the thrill of you being close to me, is no longer there,
I see the names of the girls I knew and used to hold so tight,
But I remember all the little things that we used to do and share, but the thrill of you being close to me, is no longer there,
When I look upon my shelf, I shed a tear, Oh why, I see the pictures of you I took and they seem to make me cry,
But I remember all the little things that we used to do and share, but the thrill of you being close to me, is no longer there.
You know baby, when I look into my book, you know, I seem to remember, all the goods times we used to share, and all them walks
down lovers lane, even the fights with your dad,
Yeah after all this time, it seems so real and sad,
But I remember all the little things that we used to do and share, but the thrill of you being close to me, is no longer there,