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...