Testo Managua Nicaragua Guy Lombardo
but itâs funny now and then,
How my thoughts go flashing back again,
To my old flame.
My old flame, my new lovers all seem so tame.
For I havenât a gent
So magnificent and elegant
As my old flame.
Iâve met so many who had facinatinâ ways,
A facinatinâ gaze in their eyes;
Some who took me up to the skies.
But their attemps at love
Were only imitations of
My old flame, I canât even think of his name.
But Iâll never be the same
Until I discover what became of
My old flame.
From: Lynncw@aol.com