I can't ever remember the taste, of her lips
The only memory of her is my arms round her hips
She tasted too sweet, too much and too strong
Sure she tasted nice, but the kiss it felt wrong
Every kiss with her, I was thinking of another
and then she came, my most regretted lover,
And my memory's faded, of her lips too
and on the subject of kisses, I'm thinking of you