Dear John — Aimee Mann

Cotton candy was king On the midway that spring When I saw you in the ring on the lawn

Dear John Throwing kisses so Richmond's unfortunates can go on

Oh, the lectures I gave So the girls would behave While the band played all your favorite songs

Dear John Throwing kisses so Richmond's unfortunates can go on

But numbers come up and you're left to the fates Though I always thought you were one of the greats Once somebody stationed in Kuala Lumpur Said he thought you went out, but he couldn't be sure

And the midway I knew Where the sky was so blue With the memory of you is gone

Dear John Throwing kisses so Richmond's unfortunates can go on Throwing kisses so Richmond's unfortunates can go on Throwing kisses so Richmond's unfortunates can go on Throwing kisses so Richmond's unfortunates can go on Throwing kisses so Richmond's unfortunates can go on