We traded songs, many times I would play you one
Then you would add them to your list
Of things to play when you needed it
Then She came along all jealous
Feared She would lose control over you over this
So I took my leave, it was too much for me
But by that list I could see
The ones you kept that made you think of me
One by one they disappeared
I wonder do you still think of me my Violet Dear
