()It was a quarter to three on the day that we met. Exactly nine o five on the()night that she left. () still can't forget, ()How good she used to beeeeeeee. ()ry. ()hind. ()I've got a bushel basket of'em running through my mind. ()me. ( *same pattern* She had a front page smile and a watchful walk. Left a love light burning that I cant turn off. Her first impression left a lasting thouhght. And she's comong back to meeeeeeeee. It's just too bad I got a good memory. (repeat chorous) (twice)