Forget-Me-Not

Well the rain poured down in old Manhattan
Made me feel so cold and blue
And when it does, I think about you.

Well I used to sleep in sheets of satin,
Now some old burlap will do.
And when it does, I think about you.

I think about you
And when the times are bad it seems to bring you back to me
I think about you
and all that makes me glad is that you must be remembering me.

Well the hungry cat is bound to fatten
up the way you used to do
And when it does, I think about you.

Well, the radio makes static as it murmurs,
Shoo-be-doo-be-doo
And when it does, I think about you.

Well, the rain pours down in old Manhattan
makes me feel so cold and blue
and when it does, and when it does, and it does, I think about you.