Emily
Nick Harte
Emily, oh Emily, you've cut your hair.
But I'd never care,
As long as you're still here.
Oh Emily, oh Emily, I get jealous.
We're not holding hands,
Kissing behind the stand,
'Cause I need romance.
If I ever recognize your face,
I know I'd cry.
Emily, oh Emily, I don't realize,
I made you cry,
'Cause I know I'd surely die.
Oh Emily, oh Emily, you've gone away.
But maybe, maybe, I'll see you someday.
Emily...
Oh Emily.. (x3)