Stow all her letters Stow all those poems They belong to a girl I used to know There's still music on Queen Street Where all the young girls go I would rather be down there Than to read these notes I praise all these soft summer girls They take me away from the one I used to know By the lights of the kitchen I've been reading your notes Didn't notice I had forgotten The sound of your voice Are you still the same girl I used to know? Do you still wake up early to write your poems? I praise all these soft summer girls They take me away from the one I used to know I praise all these soft summer girls All that's left now are summer girls