In My Book

When I look into my book,

oh so late at night,

I see the names of the girls I knew

and used to hold so tight,

But I remember all the little things

that we used to do and share,

but the thrill of you being close to me,

is no longer there,

When I look upon my shelf,

I shed a tear, Oh why,

I see the pictures of you I took

and they seem to make me cry,

But I remember all the little things

that we used to do and share,

but the thrill of you being close to me,

is no longer there.

You know baby,

when I look into my book,

you know, I seem to remember,

all the goods times we used to share,

and all them walks down lovers lane,

even the fights with your dad,

Yeah after all this time,

it seems so real and sad,

But I remember all the little things

that we used to do and share,

but the thrill of you being close to me,

is no longer there