They tell me that there's someone else you really truly love. And even when we kiss, that she's the one you're thinking of. I guess it's true, 'cause once or twice you called me by her name. I need
I'll follow the boys wherever they go. I'll follow the boys 'cause in my heart, I know. I know that somewhere, somewhere along the way. I'll find my love, my own true love, some day And there'll be
There's nothing left for me of days that used to be. There's just a memory among my souvenirs Some letters tied in blue, a photograph or two. I see a rose from you among my souvenirs A few more toke