Pictures of picnics that we had in the park
All of the bottles that we
drank in the dark
Seventeen postcards you sent me from
Rome
The spot on the sofa that
you used to call home
Does she whisper so sweetly
To make you lose your
composure completely?
Does she unrest a little at a time
Jealousy got on, it's just a tiny little crime
All I got left is a lonely
box of memories
She couldn't possibly mean to
you what she means to me
Will she wake up with a smile
Just a touch, it could drive you wild
When you cry out,
you can't take it anymore
Does she laugh in your face and say
it's not against the law?
All I got left is a lonely box of liv
eries
All I've got left is a lonely
box of memories
She couldn't possibly mean
to you what she
The pictures of picnics
that we had in the park
All of the bottles that we
drank in the dark
Seventeen postcards she sent me from
Rome
The spot on the sofa that
she used to call home
Does she whisper so sweetly
To make you lose your
composure completely?
Does she undress a little at a time
Till all she got on is just a tiny little crime
She couldn't possibly mean to you
What she means to me
Does she whisper to you
Does she whisper to me
Does she, does she
Does she touch you all over like
she used to touch me?
Does she?
Does she?
Does she feel about you the
way I feel about her?
Does she take you all to places
that we ever were?
Does she?
Does she?
Oh, does she?
Does she?
Oh, does she?
Does she?
Oh, darshin', darshin'