(Boudleaux Bryant)

I'm making the rounds with someone new now that you've gone away
But making the rounds it's not the fun if it was with you
The glamour has gone from all the spots that seem so bright and gay
But making the rounds is all that's left for me to do.

I never go home till the last hidaway place has closed its door
There's too much at home to remind me that we're through
I laugh and pretend that I'm not wishing for a bygone day
When we were in love and I was making the rounds with you.

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I never go hometill the last hidaway place has closed its door
There's too much at home to remind me that we're through
I laugh and pretend that I'm not wishing for a bygone day
When we were in love and I was making the rounds with you...