I am not such a clever one about the latest fads I admit I was never one adored by local lads Not that I ever tried to be a saint I’m the type that they classify as quaint
I’m old fashioned, I love the moonlight I love the old fashioned things The sound of rain upon a window pane The starry song that April sings This years fancies are passing fancies But sighing sighs, holding hands These my heart understands
I’m old fashioned but I don’t mind it That’s how I want to be As long as you agree To stay old fashioned with me.
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I’m old fashioned but I don’t mind it That’s how I want to be As long as you agree To stay old fashioned with me.
