Tekstovi: Linda Ronstadt. My Old Flame.

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 who had fascinating ways
A fascinating gaze in their eyes
Some who took 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

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