Transcribed from vocals by Ruth Etting, recorded
August 27, 1930,
From Ruth
Etting, Living Era, Academy Sound and Vision, Ltd., CD AJA 5008.
I loved him, I lost him;
He craved a thrill,
I can't forget him;
I love him still.
It's over, all over,
And yet, I find,
That he's always on my mind.
Tell me where he is, tell me where
he goes,
Tell me what he does, tell me who
he knows,
But don't tell him what happened
to me.
If he says his life now is like
a song,
Tell him he was right, tell him
I was wrong,
But don't tell him what happened
to me.
Let him remember me as I used to
be,
When his love for me made me strong
and free.
Ask him if the new kisses are divine,
Ask him if they thrill just as
much as mine,
But don't tell him what happened
to me.
Let him remember me as I used to
be,
When his love for me made me strong
and free.
I wonder if the new kisses are divine,
I wonder if they thrill just as
much as mine.
Oh, don't tell him what happened
to me.
Published 2/1/01.
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