He keeps a bottle of her perfume
As a promise to remember
Every touch, every taste, every sound
Every moment of together
And it hurts to realize the truth
She'll be gone before the night is through
But there's nothing he can do
So he brings it in And the memory is rushing
Off her long and lonely store Fingers running through her hair
And she leaves him lying there
With just the smell of perfume
He first saw her in a little cafe At a table by the river
So pretty sitting all by herself Reading somebody's letter
He must have felt his eyes upon her skin
And he says that when she looked at him
The forbidden love the night would bring So he brings it in
And the memory is rushing Off her long and lonely store
Fingers running through her hair And she leaves him lying there
With just the smell of perfume
So he brings it in And the memory is rushing
Off her long and lonely store Fingers running through her hair