The Name is on the Tip of My Tongue

Hey, man, if it isn't---
Well, I declare!
Fancy running into you again.
I haven't seen you since---
Gee, I swear---
How long has it been since then?

Of course I remember that rare summer day,
I'd just wandered into that little café,
And there you were seated a table away,
And the name is on the tip of my tongue.

I even remember our walk by the pond,
The merry-go-round and the arbor beyond.
Strange, I'd imagined your hair being blonde.
And the name is on the tip of my tongue.

Look,
We have to get together
And talk about it all;
Do
Give me your number,
And I promise that I'll call.

I haven't forgotten that wild, crazy night,
Those vodka and tonics---man, wasn't I tight!
I'll be out of town, but I promise to write,
And the name is on the tip of my tongue.
 
 

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