You keep coming back like a song A song that keeps saying, remember The sweet used-to-be that was once you and me Keeps coming back like an old melody The perfume of roses in May Returns to my room in December From out of the past where forgotten things belong You keep coming back like a song The perfume of roses in May Returns to my room in December From out of the past where forgotten things belong You keep coming back like a song
You keep coming back like a song A song that keeps saying, remember The sweet used-to-be that was once you and me Keeps coming back like an old melody The perfume of roses in May Returns to my room in December From out of the past where forgotten things belong You keep coming back like a song The perfume of roses in May Returns to my room in December From out of the past where forgotten things belong You keep coming back like a song
