Ruth Etting — Holiday Sweetheart Just For Two Weeks In September

I'm just a holiday sweetheart Just for two weeks in September Then all of the year to remember Someone I've got to forget 25 shillings a week It's only a bare existence Yet, somehow I manage to pay For a fortnight's holiday 25 shillings a week And always I see in the distance A lover who will come my way On that fortnight's holiday But holidays have to stop And once more I've returned I'm back again in the shock When my face and my fingers burn I'm just a holiday sweetheart Just for two weeks in September Then all of the year to remember Someone I've got to forget Holiday sweetheart Each time I think that it's true love Then I find that I'm made a fool of He won't remember we've met When I left, he said that he'd write But I'm quite sure he won't Once, I used to think that they might But now, I know they don't Not to a... Holiday sweetheart Happy enough when I start out Then I'm back, crying my heart out Lying to friends when I say I've had a wonderful holiday