Jacob Miller and the Bridge City Crooners
that s what i miss about you
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A stroll along the lake on Sunday afternoon,
Or hearing Benny Goodman play our favorite tune
Oh how you would laugh each time that I'd begin to swoon,
That's what I miss about you
The little slams you'd throw at every chance you could
I sometimes wondered if your heart was made of wood,
But my love confessions never did me any good,
That's what I miss about you
I built my castles high in the air,
And you were my queen
But my castles came tumbling down to the ground
You walked out and left me with only a dream
I miss each one of all the things we used to do
Our cups of coffee and our little chats at two
It's too bad that all my schemes and dreams could not come true
'Cuz darlin' they're missing you