Not sure how I should begin this,
if I should even tell you at all.
It's just one of those things where
I've got my back to the wall.
Not sure of what direction to take,

not sure what moves to make. J
ust standing here waiting for someone to take my hand and tell me where to go from here.

No, I don't remember the way you looked that night,
or the way I felt when we danced 'til midnight.
I don't remember what you wore,
or have your picture on my wall.
I can barely even remember your face,
I don't think of you at all.

I swear that I don't miss you,
I swear that I don't think of you at all.
I swear that I don't miss you,
I swear that I don't think of you at all.

I don't recall how we much we talked,
or the exact shade of brown of your eyes.
Or how I thought you might have been the one
I've been waiting for all my life.
No, I never think about how good it might could be.
And no, I never wonder do you ever think of me?

No, I don't remember the way you looked that night,
or the way I felt when we danced 'til midnight.
I don't remember what you wore,
or have your picture on my wall.
I can barely even remember your face,
I don't think of you at all.

I swear that I don't miss you,
I swear that I don't think of you at all.
I swear that I don't miss you,
I swear that I don't think of you at all.

I swear I don't think of you at all...

~ Lil' Bit Country
Copyright: 2002