The thrill of being sheltered in your arms, of course I do
What a guy, what a fool am I
But I get along without you very well
But I've forgotten you just like I should
What's in store? Should I phone once more?
But I should never think of Spring
To think my breaking heart could kick the mood
No, it's best that I stick to my tune
Except perhaps in Spring
Except to hear your name
Or someone's laugh that is the same
I've forgotten you just like I should, of course I have
I get along without you very well, of course I do