Chuck Berry
I can't believe
I can't believe, I can't believeThat you are gone and we are throughOh, but I miss those happy hoursCuddle all alone with youSnuggled tightly in your arms, darlingAnd doing things that lovers doOh, if I only knew where to write youOr where to call you on the phoneTo let you know how much I need youAnd miss your love since you been goneI want to tell you you were right, dollAnd I see now that I was wrongI want you back, won't somebody help meI need your love, honest I doTo relive those happy hoursI used to spend alone with youSnuggled tightly in your arms, darlingAnd doing things that lovers do
From Letras Mania