Souvenirs

Hello, hello this is Romeo Calling from a jackpot telephone Shame, shame but I love...

All the snow has turned to water Christmas days have come and gone Broken toys...

Here is a poem That my lady sent down Some morning while I was away....

Take these arms of mine, throw them away They're just souvenirs of some other day...

When you're fed up shedding too many tears And your memory seems like just so...