I will not see your eyes in the lights of Paris
I won't remember your laugh when I'm wandering Dublin
The streets of Amsterdam won't conjure up memories of our Chicago
Summer in Sicily isn't going to remind me of us at the beach,
happy, warm, in love.
But baby don't you think for a minute that I'm going to forget you
You were my first adventure.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
I will not see your eyes in the lights of Paris
I won't remember your laugh when I'm wandering Dublin
The streets of Amsterdam won't conjure up memories of our Chicago
Summer in Sicily isn't going to remind me of us at the beach,
happy, warm, in love.
But baby don't you think for a minute that I'm going to forget you
You were my first adventure.
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