A long time ago, when my fifteen-year-old nephew was just a toddler we had our song. He called it clouds in my coffee, and believed me when I told him it was me singing it. We listened to this song many times and danced to it like fools. This week, he requested I play Your So Vain for Friday’s Song. I love Carly, so I had no problem honoring his request.

I also love that this song for him is a memory. Back then we were Chico and Fafa.Why the Chico and Fafa, I have no idea, they were silly names we would call each other. So, for Chico this week’s song is for you.

Love,

Fafa 🙂

Remember readers, share your songs, it has been nice to see what other people are listening to. Does a song take you back to a happy time? Let us know about it.

Happy Friday!

You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror
As you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed
That they’d be your partner
They’d be your partner, and….

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?

You had me several years ago
When I was still quite naive
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave

But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
I had some dreams
They were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee and….

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?

Well I hear you went up to Saratoga
And your horse naturally won
Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun

Well, you’re where you should be all of the time
And when you’re not you’re with
Some underworld spy
Or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and….

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?

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