My Old Flame - Margaret Whiting

作词：Arthur Johnston/Sam Coslow

作曲：Arthur Johnston/Sam Coslow

My old flame

I can't even think of his name

But it's funny now and then

How my thoughts go flashing back again

To my old flame

My old flame

My new lovers all seem so tame

For I haven't met a gent

So magnificent or elegant

As my old flame

I've met so many men

With fascinating ways

A fascinating gaze in their eyes

Some who sent me up to the skies

But their attempts at love

Were only imitations of

My old flame

I can't even think of his name

But I'll never be the same

Until I discover what became

Of my old flame

I've met so many men

With fascinating ways

A fascinating gaze in their eyes

Some who sent me up to the skies

But their attempts at love

Were only imitations of

My old flame

I can't even think of his name

But I'll never be the same

Until I discover what became

Of my old flame