Does She Ever Speak of Me

Does she ever speak of me while she's roaming all around Does she ever say she's sorry for the way she put me down Does she still have the prettiest, bluest eyes in town Tell me now, does she ever speak of me? I wonder if she realizes what she did just wasn't right I wonder if she cries when there's no one else in sight I wonder if she reaches out for me in the middle of the night Tell me now , does she ever speak of me? Does she still light up a room just by walking in the door Does she still turn people's heads when she walks across the floor Does she ever let you know what her heart is longing for Tell me now, does she ever speak of me? I wonder if she knows that I loved her from the start I wonder if she knows that I prayed we'd never part I wonder if I asked her if she would return my heart Tell me now, does she ever speak of me? Does she still wear a scarlet ribbon in her golden hair Does she ever talk about me and the times we used to share Does she ever close her eyes and wish that I was there Tell me now, does she ever speak of me?