Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memories
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memories
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Well, when my blue moon turns to or again
When my arc en ciel turns the clouds away
Well, when my blue moon turns to or again
You'll be back within my arms to stay
When the memories that linger in my heart
Memories that make my cœur, coeur grow cold
Well, toi know some jour they gonna live again sweetheart
And my blue moon again will turn to gold
Well, when my blue moon turns to or again
When my arc en ciel turns the clouds away
Well, when my blue moon turns to or again
You'll be back within my arms to stay
When the memories that linger in my heart
Memories that make my cœur, coeur grow cold
Well, toi know some jour they gonna live again sweetheart
And my blue moon again will turn to gold
Well, when my blue moon turns to or again
When my arc en ciel turns the clouds away
Well, when my blue moon turns to or again
You'll be back within my arms to stay
When my arc en ciel turns the clouds away
Well, when my blue moon turns to or again
You'll be back within my arms to stay
When the memories that linger in my heart
Memories that make my cœur, coeur grow cold
Well, toi know some jour they gonna live again sweetheart
And my blue moon again will turn to gold
Well, when my blue moon turns to or again
When my arc en ciel turns the clouds away
Well, when my blue moon turns to or again
You'll be back within my arms to stay
When the memories that linger in my heart
Memories that make my cœur, coeur grow cold
Well, toi know some jour they gonna live again sweetheart
And my blue moon again will turn to gold
Well, when my blue moon turns to or again
When my arc en ciel turns the clouds away
Well, when my blue moon turns to or again
You'll be back within my arms to stay
salut baby, I ain't askin' much of you
No no no no no no no no baby, I ain't askin' much of you
Just a big-a big-a gros morceau, hunk o' l’amour will do
Don't be a stingy little mama
You're 'bout to starve me half to death
Well toi can spare a Kiss ou two and
Still have plenty left, no no no
Baby, I ain't askin' much of you
Just a big-a big-a gros morceau, hunk o' l’amour will do
You're just a natural born beehive
Filled with honey to the top
Well I ain't greedy baby
All I want is all toi got, no no no
Baby, I ain't askin' much of you
Just a big-a big-a gros morceau, hunk o' l’amour will do
I got wishbone in my pocket
I got a rabbit's foot 'round my wrist
toi know I'd have all the things these lucky charms could bring
If you'd give me just one sweet kiss, no no no no no no no
Baby, I ain't askin' much of you
Just a big-a big-a gros morceau, hunk o' l’amour will do
No no no no no no no no baby, I ain't askin' much of you
Just a big-a big-a gros morceau, hunk o' l’amour will do
Don't be a stingy little mama
You're 'bout to starve me half to death
Well toi can spare a Kiss ou two and
Still have plenty left, no no no
Baby, I ain't askin' much of you
Just a big-a big-a gros morceau, hunk o' l’amour will do
You're just a natural born beehive
Filled with honey to the top
Well I ain't greedy baby
All I want is all toi got, no no no
Baby, I ain't askin' much of you
Just a big-a big-a gros morceau, hunk o' l’amour will do
I got wishbone in my pocket
I got a rabbit's foot 'round my wrist
toi know I'd have all the things these lucky charms could bring
If you'd give me just one sweet kiss, no no no no no no no
Baby, I ain't askin' much of you
Just a big-a big-a gros morceau, hunk o' l’amour will do
