"Sheila Don't Remember" as written by George Michael Green and Jude Cole....
I'm the old man at the dance hall.
I'm the young man in his grave.
I'm the one you're gonna cry for
When you find I've gone away.
There's a phone booth on a corner,
A thousand miles from here.
With a thousand miles between us,
She could whisper in my ear.
But Sheila don't remember
Our secret, little, sin.
No, Sheila don't remember
Where my hands have been.
Well, there's a letter in my pocket.
There's a stone inside my shoe.
There's a footprint in the yard
Where a man walked on the moon.
Sail on wind, sail on water;
Roll on wheels down ancient roads.
This heart can only take me where the angels fear to go,
And Sheila don't remember
The way she wasted me
Or the lovers who have suffered
Against her memory.
Yeah, yeah.
Never knew the peace of understanding.
Never knew the joy of no regret.
How could you let me do those things to you
And just forget,
Oh, forget?
(Yeah, yeah.)
(Yeah, yeah.)
No, Sheila don't remember
Our secret little sin.
No, Sheila don't remember
Where my hands have been.
Where my hands have been...
(Yeah, yeah.)
Where my hands have been...
(Yeah, yeah.)
Where my hands have been...


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"Sheila Don't Remember" as written by Jude Anthony Cole George Michael Green

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