The Beach in September (45 RPM Edition)

How does a story begin
It's just a girl and a guy and a place.
I still ask myself where she's now?
It's been a number of years
But I can still see her beautiful face.
Her eyes would light up the room
And they'd sparkle under
The moon.
But time keeps marching on
Our love had just begun.

She turned her head to me
And kissed me,
Like it was the last time
She ever would.
She rolled her eyes and
Said I love you,
Who knew life could be so good.
She's only a memory of a love
That it hurts to remember
But I can still taste her lips,
Of cinnamon
On the beach in September.

We were living the dream
In a fantasy world far away
I always wished I could stay
If I could find a way.

On the day that we met she
was the cutest thing that
I'd ever seen.
I wished that I was James Dean
But now it's all a dream.
But I can still recall,
How we could have had it all...

She turned her head to me
And kissed me
Like it was the last time
She ever would.
She rolled her eyes and
Said I love you,
Who knew life could be so good.
She's only a memory of a love
That it hurts to remember
But I can still taste her lips
of cinnamon.
On the beach in September.

She turned her head to me
And kissed me
Like it was the last time
She ever would.
She rolled her eyes and said I love you
Who knew life could be so good.
She's only a memory of a love
That it hurts to remember
But I can still taste her lips
Of cinnamon
On the beach in September

She smiles at me through the
Polaroid picture,
That I keep on my nightstand
I still find strands of her hair
On my jumper
That she wore at Disneyland.
If I could turn back time
On our love
I'd make her remember.
And maybe she'll fall in love again
Like on the beach in September.