O Caroline Songtext
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O Caroline Songtext
David′s on piano, and I may play on a drum
And we'll try to make the music work, we′ll try to have some fun
But I just can't help thinking that if you were here with me
I'd get all my thoughts in focus and play more excitingly
I love you still, Caroline
I want you still, Caroline
I need you still, Caroline
If you call this sentimental crap you′ll make me mad
′Cause you know that I would not sing about some passing fad
And if my attempts at rhyming aren't convincing to your ear
Then memories betrayed you through the passing of the year
I love you still, Caroline
I want you still, Caroline
I need you still, Caroline
You must think it doubtful that I mean the words I sing
Or that all attempts to reach you this way could not mean a thing
But you must admit we both thought we′d be man and wife
And that I could make you happy for the best part of your life
I love you still, Caroline
I love you still, Caroline
I love you still, Caroline
I love you still, Caroline
And we'll try to make the music work, we′ll try to have some fun
But I just can't help thinking that if you were here with me
I'd get all my thoughts in focus and play more excitingly
I love you still, Caroline
I want you still, Caroline
I need you still, Caroline
If you call this sentimental crap you′ll make me mad
′Cause you know that I would not sing about some passing fad
And if my attempts at rhyming aren't convincing to your ear
Then memories betrayed you through the passing of the year
I love you still, Caroline
I want you still, Caroline
I need you still, Caroline
You must think it doubtful that I mean the words I sing
Or that all attempts to reach you this way could not mean a thing
But you must admit we both thought we′d be man and wife
And that I could make you happy for the best part of your life
I love you still, Caroline
I love you still, Caroline
I love you still, Caroline
I love you still, Caroline
Writer(s): Robert Wyatt, David Michael Richard Sinclair Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com