How important can it be that I'd tasted other lips That was long before you came to me with a magic of your kiss So the story got around of an old romance and me But it happened oh so long ago how important can it be Mine was young and the foolish heart seeking love at every turn I have grown so much wiser now even foolish heart can learn Let the past just fade away why get lost in yesterday The imprtant thing is here and now and our love is here to stay Mine was young...