You never
Remind me of
Paris in Spring
A Rembrandt
I find
To my mind
You don't bring
There's no
Work of art
Could start
To compare
You never
Remind me of
Pricey
French wine
Or tuxedoed gents
Who have dinner
At nine
Ev'ry other man
Is "vin ordinaire"
You're so
Unique I find
So well designed
That ev'ry single
Thing about you
Reminds me of
Only you
You never
Remind me of
Summers in Spain
The sun when it's
Setting
The sound of
The rain
New Year's
With Dick Clark
Or Park Avenue
You never
Remind me of
Sir Lancelot
My mem'ry of him
Is totally shot
That king
Midas touch
Not much
Next to you
Cause if the truth
Be known
When we're alone
Then ev'ry single
Thing about you
Reminds me of
Only you
You never
Remind me of
Gods that are
Greek my dear
And though I
May hang on
Each word that you
Speak it's clear
Ahead and behind
Me
I lose track
Of all events
And as a
Consequence
You are my
Present tense
You never
Remind me of
Anyone who
Reminds me
Of anyone
Other than you
Compare though
I will
I still can't
Equate
Cause when you're
Here with me
Then 'vis a vis'
You raise the heat
Repeatedly
So if I forget
To recall
Remind me again
That's all
That's all
That's all