Clementine, Clementine,
Clementine in Winter time.
I can feel her breath,
against my skin.

Don't know if that's a sign.
Wish she got my feelings right.

And given time,
I could find a wife,
but not one as good as,

Clementine.

In my life,
I've got a formula,
and she makes it hard,
not to think of us.

Every time she touches me,
feels like heat,
and her hair,
smells like,

Clementine,
please be mine,
I'll love you better every time.

Girl, you will
never
stop
my heart.
But did it ever start?

Never up, or given much,
But I'll give it for free.

Be my friend,
'till the end,
and never leave my side.

More than friends,
seems ridiculous,
and your love,
seems too good to be true.
Any kind, any kind.

And given time,
I could find a wife,
but not as good as,
you.

Because

Clementine in Winter time,
I can feel her breath,
against my skin.
I know that's not the wind.

Her.
She's
lovely.

Clementine,
you're lovely.

Clementine,
just love me,
Clementine.