Lisa Lindsley piosenki

Every time we say goodbye, I die a little, Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little, Why the gods above me, who must be in the know. Think so little of me, they allow you to go. When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it, I can hear a la...

I don't need your photograph To keep by my bed Your picture is always in my head I don't need your portrait, dear To call you to mind For sleeping or waking, dear I find The very thought of you And I forget to do The little ordinary things That everyone ough...