You have loved lots of girls in the sweet long-ago
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And each has meant heaven to you
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You have vowed your affection to each one in turn
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And have sworn to them all you'd be true
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You have kissed 'neath the moon while the world seemed in tune,
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Then you've left her to hunt a new game.
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Does it ever occur to you later my boy, that she's prob'ly doing the same?
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If you want to feel wretched and lonely and blue,
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Just imagine the girl you love best
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In the arms of some fellow who's stealing a kiss
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From the lips that you once fondly pressed
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But the world moves apace and the loves of today
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Flit away with a smile and a tear,
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So you can never tell who's kissing her now
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Or just whom you'll be kissing next year.
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I wonder who's kissing her now, I wonder who's teaching her how,
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I wonder who's looking into her eyes, breathing sighs, telling lies.
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I wonder who's buying the wine for lips that I used to call mine.
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I wonder if she ever tells him of me, I wonder who's kissing her now.
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I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now
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| Ray Charles |
