I keep the memory of your body
In my hands, on my fingertips
Last Wednesday I kissed somebody
But it didn't feel like your lips
I can't get rid of it
The memory of your skin
Everytime I touch someone a little bit
I am looking for that feeling
No one kisses like that
No one feels like you do
No one is this good in bed
There will never be another you
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