You screw up your face when he kisses you
And when you make love it's not love for you
And when you cry he swears you're not the same
Where is the girl he would have died for?
Perhaps the girl has kissed the boy
And never will
Unkiss that kiss, she never could
Untouch that touch, she never would
Unkiss that kiss, she never could
Untouch that touch
She said she'd only meet him once
But then her dreams could not allow
Her to forget how much she had forgot
And he became her forget-me-not
Winter approached and only his kiss
Could warm her
I went to St. Christopher's Place
But it reminded me of you
Remainder: our night on French bed linen
Oh, but don't expect me to...