Her brown eyes met mine with such ease
Her hair and skirt blowing in the breeze
Running through the corridors stirring up the court
Legal decorum frowns on levity of this sort
A cartoonist and a lawyer, don't let the judges see
It's not proper for a lady with a legal degree
Lunch at the fountain, exchanging life stories
Rehashing youth's follies and momentary glories
Is this what every young attorney needs
A rendezvous behind the book of deeds?
But a circular force keeps us apart
That ring on her finger imprisons her heart
Yes I loved her and she loved me
But now she's just a memory.