I'll only miss her, when I think of her And I'll think of her, all the time Likely I'll spend my days - hearing her turn of phrase Things I found hard to praise - right now, would seem sublime
The truth is...
I'll Only miss her, when some stranger laughs 'Cause it's still her laugh - my hearts hears Maybe in time - I guess, the longing will grow, the slightest bit less And there will be moments - yes - when it disappears
I'll bet I'll forget her completely - in about a hundred years
