I'm Old Fashioned Songtext
von Margaret Whiting

I′m not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit, I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type that they classify as ′quaint'
I'm old-fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old-fashioned things
The sound of rain
Upon a windowpane
The starry song that April sings This year′s fancies
Are passing fancies
But sighing sighs, holding hands
These my heart understands
I′m old-fashioned
But I don't mind it
That′s how I want to be
As long as you agree
To stay old-fashioned with me