Testo Nothing About Her Reminds Me Of You Gene Watson
Nothing about her reminds me of you
Her arms never hold me the way that your's did
But she dosen't leave like you do
And she's making her own special place in my heart
'Cause nothing about her reminds me of you
Her kisses don't always take my breath away
Her lips aren't like sweet morning dew
But God must have made her espically for me
'Cause nothing about her reminds me of you
Her kisses don't always take my breath away
Her lips aren't like sweet morning dew
But God must have made her espically for me
'Cause nothing about her reminds me of you
