You think, you know the smile on her lips
The thrill and the touch of her fingertips
But I forgot more than you'll ever know about her
You think, you'll find heaven of bliss
In each caress, in each tender kiss
But I forgot more than you'll ever know about her
You stole her love from me one day
You didn't care, oh, it hurt me
But you can never steal away memories of what used to be
You think, she's yours to have and to hold
Someday, you'll learn when her love grows cold
But I forgot more than you'll ever know about her
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