Karaoké Among My Souvenirs Connie Francis

There's nothing left for me of days that used to be

They're just a memory among my souvenirs

Some letters tied in blue

A photograph or two

I see a rose from you among my souvenirs

A few more tokens rest within my treasure chest

And though they do their best to give me consolation

I count them all apart and as the teardrops start

I find a broken heart among my souvenirs

I count them all apart and as the teardrops start

I find a broken heart among my souvenirs