He kissed me, one of those long, lazy kisses it seemed we had personally invented.
— I'm so full. How 'bout a good-night kiss for your big buddy Sid?
— Shh. He's asleep.
— I was talking to you.
Votre âme est un parfum subtil dans une armoire,
Votre âme est un baiser que je n'aurai jamais,
Votre âme est un lac bleu que nul autan ne moire;
I want my kisses back from you,
I'm takin' all my kisses back from you
And every breath you held on too.
I'm takin' all my kisses back from you,
Give me the hello's and goodbyes
And pack up every morning and goodnight.
I want the sunrises and the moons.
I'm takin' all my kisses back,
I want my kisses back from you.