The one I love belongs to somebody else. She means her tender songs for somebody else. And even when I have my arms around her. I know her thoughts are strong for somebody else.
The one I love belongs to somebody else. She means her tender songs for somebody else. And even when I have my arms around her. I know her thoughts are strong for somebody else.
It seems like a dream, yet I know it happened. A man, a maid, a kiss, and then goodbye. Romance was the theme. And we were the players. I never think of this without a sigh.