listening to old records
an d thinking about you,
you, you, you, you, you,
You, you, you,
You're so nice.
Riding slowly through the park,
slightly in the dark.
And thinking about you.
You, you, you, you, you, you.
I knew I was flirt
ing with the hurting.
And now I'm certain
that you did the right thing,
leav ing me.
But at least when you left,
you left so many, many
sweet memories, oh yeah,
yes you did.
But just like old man river,
I'll keep right on rolling,
but it will never be the same
Without you, no, no, no,
no
Nighttime finally counting
diamonds in the sky
Then I turn on my stereo
With the volume intimately low
It's so good
Listening to old records
And thinking about you
And thinking about you
and thinkin' bout you
Feels so nice a fizzy
soda on ice
and thinkin' bout you
Memories of you
seem to be my favorite pas time
I either can't
or I don't want to
to get you off of my mind, no,
no, no, no.
Oh, and I'm not afraid to move
on to someone new.
But you're a hard act to follow.
I just can't stop thinking of you.
I knew I was flirting with the hurting.
And now I'm certain
that you did the right thing,
leaving givin' me,
but at least when you left,
you left so many, many
sweet memories, oh, yeah.
Yes, you did, baby.
Sweet, sweet memories,
ridin' slowly through the park,
slightly out the door,
and thinkin' about sweet,
sweet memories.
Oh, so nice,
isn't it nice?
Sweet memories,
everything I see
reminds me of you.
Sweet, sweet memories.
Old Records.
Thank you.