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My old flame, |
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I can't even think of his name, |
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But it's funny now and then |
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How my thoughts go flashing back again |
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To my old flame. |
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My old flame, |
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My new lovers all seem so tame. |
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For I haven't met a gent so magnificent of elegant |
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As my old flame. |
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I've met so many who had facinating ways, |
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A facinating gaze in their eye. |
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Some who took me up to the sky, |
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But their attempts at love were only immitations of |
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My old flame, |
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I can't even think of his name. |
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But I'll never be the same |
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Until I discover what became |
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Of my old flame. |
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No I'll never be the same |
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Until I discover what became |
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Of my old flame. |
