Joan Jones Forgetful
somebody dropped the lady on her head and she fell to
pieces
somebody told me some good stories about you in bed and i
fell to pieces
and everyday, i become more forgetful
and yet somehow i remember just how i feel
somebody dropped some flowers on my doorstep in thanks
for a night well spent
the old man came running down the street at me - put his
foot upon my chest and said -
"there's something you must accept - with everyday you'll
become more forgetful
and yet somehow you'll remember just how to feel"