In My Little Red Book


Down through memory lane,
I love to look,
at the little blue sighs
and the little white lies
in my little red book . . .
But there's one girl I had a yen for,
back in 1933,
that's the one I'd go again for,
and if she came back to me . . .
Everybody but her,
I'd overlook,
I'd have only one flame
there'd be only one name,
in my little red book . . .
< instrumental close
with
whistling by Elmo Tanner
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