I have the world's worst memory
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Many times a day, I say,
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Where did I leave my key?
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Where have I put my purse?
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Where else should I be?
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It's perverse
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A life of hide-and-seek
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I never know the date and worse,
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The day of the week
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So, why can't I forget
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The day I met him?
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He held the door and let me go ahead
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Rushing to our separate lives
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We took a walk instead
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Why can't I forget him
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And every word he said?
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I'm always sending Christmas cards
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They're more interesting in spring
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Only my banker knows
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The checks I forgot to sign
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Where did I get these clothes?
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They're not mine!
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I made myself a list
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Of things I really have to find
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But where is that list?
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So, why can't I forget
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Those summer evenings
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He'd wait for me outside our small cafe?
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We were both like kids again
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We had so much to say
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Why can't I forget him?
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It's funny in a way
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Funny just remembering
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The way we laughed at ev'rything
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I found the one that I'd been waiting for
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I could hardly recognize
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The woman I was in his eyes,
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A woman I had never known before
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Why can't I forget
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The way he touched me?
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I see his face, desire in his eyes,
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The smile he gave to no one else,
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His silences and sighs
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Why can't I forget
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The way he loved me,
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The way I loved him,
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And the way he said goodbye?
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Why Can't I Forget?
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| Maureen McGovern |
