listening to old records
And thinking about you, yes it is
It's so nice, riding slowly through the park,
slightly at the dock, and thinking about you.
You, you, you, you, you.
I knew I was flirting with a hurting,
and now I'm certain that you did the right thing,
But at least when you left, you left so many,
many sweet memories, yes, you did
Just like old man river,
I'll keep right on rolling
But it will never be the same without you,
no, no, no
Night time find me 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 thinkin' bout you,
thinkin' bout you babe, yes it is
It's so nice, so nice,
a fizzlin' soda on ice
And thinkin' bout you, thinkin' bout you, you, you, you, you,
you, you
Memories of you seem to be my
favorite pastime, oh yeah
I either can't or I don't want
to get you off of my mind
Oh, no, no.
Oh, I'm not afraid to move
on to someone new.
But you were hard after father.
I just can't stop thinking of you.
I knew I was flirting with the hurt.
And now I'm certain that you
did the right thing,
leaving even me.
But at least when you left, you left so many,
many sweet, sweet memories.
Sweet memories.
Yes, you did.
Sweet, sweet memories.
Sweet memories.
Yes, you did.
Sweet, sweet memories.
Riding in the park,
sliding out the door.
Sweet, sweet memories
Speaking of you babe
Sweet, sweet memories
Oh, oh, oh
Sweet, sweet memories
Oh yes, speaking about you babe
Sweet, sweet memories