Song | Why Can't I Forget |
Artist | Maureen McGovern |
Album | State Of The Heart |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I have the world's worst memory | |
Many times a day, I say, | |
Where did I leave my key? | |
Where have I put my purse? | |
Where else should I be? | |
It's perverse | |
A life of hide-and-seek | |
I never know the date and worse, | |
The day of the week | |
So, why can't I forget | |
The day I met him? | |
He held the door and let me go ahead | |
Rushing to our separate lives | |
We took a walk instead | |
Why can't I forget him | |
And every word he said? | |
I'm always sending Christmas cards | |
They're more interesting in spring | |
Only my banker knows | |
The checks I forgot to sign | |
Where did I get these clothes? | |
They're not mine! | |
I made myself a list | |
Of things I really have to find | |
But where is that list? | |
So, why can't I forget | |
Those summer evenings | |
He'd wait for me outside our small café? | |
We were both like kids again | |
We had so much to say | |
Why can't I forget him? | |
It's funny in a way | |
Funny just remembering | |
The way we laughed at ev'rything | |
I found the one that I'd been waiting for | |
I could hardly recognize | |
The woman I was in his eyes, | |
A woman I had never known before | |
Why can't I forget | |
The way he touched me? | |
I see his face, desire in his eyes, | |
The smile he gave to no one else, | |
His silences and sighs | |
Why can't I forget | |
The way he loved me, | |
The way I loved him, | |
And the way he said goodbye? |
I have the world' s worst memory | |
Many times a day, I say, | |
Where did I leave my key? | |
Where have I put my purse? | |
Where else should I be? | |
It' s perverse | |
A life of hideandseek | |
I never know the date and worse, | |
The day of the week | |
So, why can' t I forget | |
The day I met him? | |
He held the door and let me go ahead | |
Rushing to our separate lives | |
We took a walk instead | |
Why can' t I forget him | |
And every word he said? | |
I' m always sending Christmas cards | |
They' re more interesting in spring | |
Only my banker knows | |
The checks I forgot to sign | |
Where did I get these clothes? | |
They' re not mine! | |
I made myself a list | |
Of things I really have to find | |
But where is that list? | |
So, why can' t I forget | |
Those summer evenings | |
He' d wait for me outside our small cafe? | |
We were both like kids again | |
We had so much to say | |
Why can' t I forget him? | |
It' s funny in a way | |
Funny just remembering | |
The way we laughed at ev' rything | |
I found the one that I' d been waiting for | |
I could hardly recognize | |
The woman I was in his eyes, | |
A woman I had never known before | |
Why can' t I forget | |
The way he touched me? | |
I see his face, desire in his eyes, | |
The smile he gave to no one else, | |
His silences and sighs | |
Why can' t I forget | |
The way he loved me, | |
The way I loved him, | |
And the way he said goodbye? |
I have the world' s worst memory | |
Many times a day, I say, | |
Where did I leave my key? | |
Where have I put my purse? | |
Where else should I be? | |
It' s perverse | |
A life of hideandseek | |
I never know the date and worse, | |
The day of the week | |
So, why can' t I forget | |
The day I met him? | |
He held the door and let me go ahead | |
Rushing to our separate lives | |
We took a walk instead | |
Why can' t I forget him | |
And every word he said? | |
I' m always sending Christmas cards | |
They' re more interesting in spring | |
Only my banker knows | |
The checks I forgot to sign | |
Where did I get these clothes? | |
They' re not mine! | |
I made myself a list | |
Of things I really have to find | |
But where is that list? | |
So, why can' t I forget | |
Those summer evenings | |
He' d wait for me outside our small café? | |
We were both like kids again | |
We had so much to say | |
Why can' t I forget him? | |
It' s funny in a way | |
Funny just remembering | |
The way we laughed at ev' rything | |
I found the one that I' d been waiting for | |
I could hardly recognize | |
The woman I was in his eyes, | |
A woman I had never known before | |
Why can' t I forget | |
The way he touched me? | |
I see his face, desire in his eyes, | |
The smile he gave to no one else, | |
His silences and sighs | |
Why can' t I forget | |
The way he loved me, | |
The way I loved him, | |
And the way he said goodbye? |