| 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? |