|
Adams-Hough- |
|
Howard-Orlob |
|
You have loved lots of girls in the sweet long-ago |
|
And each has meant heaven to you |
|
You have vowed your affection to each one in turn |
|
And have sworn to them all you'd be true |
|
You have kissed 'neath the moon while the world seemed in tune, |
|
Then you've left her to hunt a new game. |
|
Does it ever occur to you later my boy, that she's prob'ly doing the same? |
|
If you want to feel wretched and lonely and blue, |
|
Just imagine the girl you love best |
|
In the arms of some fellow who's stealing a kiss |
|
From the lips that you once fondly pressed |
|
But the world moves apace and the loves of today |
|
Flit away with a smile and a tear, |
|
So you can never tell who's kissing her now |
|
Or just whom you'll be kissing next year. |
|
I wonder who's kissing her now, |
|
I wonder who's teaching her how, |
|
I wonder who's looking into her eyes, breathing sighs, telling lies. |
|
I wonder who's buying the wine for lips that |
|
I used to call mine. |
|
I wonder if she ever tells him of me, |
|
I wonder who's kissing her now. |