In My Book

When I look into my book, oh, oh so late at night
I see the names of girls I knew and used to hold so tight
But I remember all the little things that we used to do and share
But the thrill of you being close to me, mm, is no longer there
When I look upon my shelf, I shed a tear, oh, but why
I see the pictures of you I took and they seem to make me cry
But I remember all the little things that we used to do and share
And the thrill of being close to me is no longer there
You know, baby, when I look into my book
You know, I seem to remember all the goods times we used to share
You know, all them walks down lovers lane, even the fights with your dad
Yeah, after all this time, it seems so real and sad
But I remember all the little things that we used to do and share
And the thrill of you being close to me is not there…