Walking in the winter down rows of empty sidewalks I reached into my pocket, found an old note from you It read "Babydoll" I love yoU
Can't wait to see you Sunday." I tried to hear you read it, can't remember your voice. Was it sweet? Was it sultry?
Did I tremble when I heard it? Did you sing softly to me, whisper words in my ear? So I sit and I think of you So I sit and I wonder who you sing songs to now.
