Nhạc sĩ: Robin Lee Bruce, Christi Dannemiller
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Matchbooks and movie stubs,
cards and faded flowers and a box of gum,
my favorite photograph.
Oh,
I used to tear it up just to take it right back.
All these souvenirs of me and you make me wonder what you held on to.
Do you think about me?
Ha, ha.
Do you think about me?
Ha,
ha.
Do I ever go walking through your memory?
Do you think about, do you think about me?
Warm nights and country drives,
do you ever stop and think about the first time?
I guess somehow we both have room,
that innocent love we fell into.
Every now and then the clock unwinds
and you go drifting across my mind.
Do you think about me?
Ha,
ha.
Do you think about me?
Ha,
ha.
Do I ever go walking through your memory?
Do you think about,
do you think about me?
Do you ever smile and think about what used to be?
Do you think about,
do you think about me?
Do you think about me?
Ha,
ha.
Do I ever go walking through your memory?
Do you think about, do you think about me?
