Lyrics
i have to admit that i am one of the many, who thought that a guitar would win him a lady. my teenage years, they were a feminine drought, and i thought that a serenade would help out. and it seemed to be working for a couple of years -, i wrote a few songs and they wrought a few tears. but when i hit my twenties, it ran out of steam. i seemed to be suffering from romantic fatigue. and i never know which song i should play her -, each melody is a memory of a not-forgotten failure. so when i get out my guitar tonight to do what i do, remember, i probably didn't write this song for you. so as i have mentioned, the shelf-life was short. the scheme wasn't working, despite what i thought. the ladies all left me alone in the end, so i had to switch all the names around and then sing it again. and every life-long love, and every best friend, slipped away into the past. take my words with caution - i can't pretend that you're the first, you won't be the last. i never know which song i should play her -, each melody is a memory of a not-forgotten failure. so when i get out my guitar tonight to do what i do, remember, i probably didn't write this song, no i certainly didn't write this song, no i never, never wrote a song for you.
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Artist: turner, frank