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DescriptionIn My Book ♥
When I look into my book, oh, oh so late at night I see the names of 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, mm, is no longer there
When I look upon my shelf, I shed a tear, oh, but 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 And the thrill of 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 You know, 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 And the thrill of you being close to me is not there...
When I look into my book, oh, oh so late at night I see the names of 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, mm, is no longer there
When I look upon my shelf, I shed a tear, oh, but 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 And the thrill of 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 You know, 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 And the thrill of you being close to me is not there...
