Text: Brenda Lee. Eventually.

:
(D.Albritton / R.Self)

Eventually, your penalty will be, to hurt as I do
Eventually, my memory, ah my memory,
Will haunt the dreams of you.

This look I'm wearing, its called a frown,
But it use to be a smile,
Till you turned it upside down
Id hate to see-Id hate to see you feel like me
But this will be
Eventually, my memory,
Will haunt the dreams of you.

Oh oh-this look I'm wearing its called a frown,
But it use to be a smile,
Till you turned it upside down
Id hate to see, you feel like me
But baby this will be Eventually, my memory, ah my memory
Will haunt the dreams of, of you.