The Four Seasons — And That Reminds Me

I hear the sound of music Your favorite kind of music And that reminds me girl of you I see the summer roses Your favorite shade of roses And that reminds me too of you If I could hear no music If there could be no roses No summer nights to make me Dream as I do I still would not forget you One thing would still be true My heart reminds me I love you Baby you know I hear the sound I hear the sound surrounding me I see the summer roses Your favorite shade of roses And that reminds me too of you If I could hear no music If there could be no roses No summer nights to make me Dream as I do I still would not forget you One thing would still be true My heart reminds me I love you I hear the song Your kind of music Sweet music Your kind of music Sweet music Your kind of music Sweet music Your kind of music Sweet music