Текст песни Linda Eder - You Never Remind Me
Linda Eder - You Never Remind Me слова песни
You never remind me of Paris in SpringA Rembrandt, I find, to my mind you don`t bringThere`s no work of art could start to compareYou never remind me of pricey French wineOr tuxedoed gents who have dinner at nineEvery other man is Vin OrdinaireYou`re so unique I findSo well-designed That every single thing about youReminds me of only youYou never remind me of summers in SpainThe sun when it`s setting, the sound of the rainNew Years with Dick Clark, or Park AvenueYou never remind me of Sir LancelotMy memory of him is totally shotKind Midas touch, not much next to you`Cause if the truth be knownWhen we`re aloneThen every single thing about youReminds me of only you You never remind me of gods that are GreekMy dear,And though I may hang on each word that you speakIt`s clearAhead and behind me I lose track of all eventsAnd as a consequence you are my present tenseYou never remind me of anyone whoReminds me of anyone other than youCompare though I will, I still can`t equate`Cause when you`re here with meThen vis-Г -visYou raise the heat repeatedlySo if I forget to recallRemind me again, that`s all