She told me I was good last night,
So suave, so debonair,
A gentle man without a care.
She told me I was quite a hit,
A man of charm, a man of wit.
Although I drank more than I should,
She said she understood.
She told me I was good last night.
So why do I feel so bad this morning,
Why do I hate the sunlight,
Why do I hate the sound of laughter
When she told me I was so good last night,
The night before the morning after.
~Gene~
But your poetry is certainly not....
and so deserving of singing in the rain
Lady Vivian
Forced to chuckle gene ...
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Love,
Eileen
Anna
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Axilea
This reminded me of the joke of the ninety year old man that marries a twenty something and everytime he visits her bedroom on the wedding night he forgets that he already was there a dozen times before.
To him, since he easily forgets, each time is the first time.
Love Always,
Chanti xoxoxo...always be you darlin.....ALWAYS
Peace
Tony
all the good things good lyrics have.
i love this song, Gene.
John
Joy L. Hale
...and I'm so glad to appreciate this the day before tomorrow :)
Many Blessings,
Christine
You said, "An old song lyric, first verse." I'm assuming it was written by you..