I kissed many.
I love plenty.
But with each one my memories come back to you.

What is it about you?
That you have this hold on my mind.
Sure, I heard from those we know that you were one of a kind.

I held many.
Dance with plenty.
But with both events my memories come back to you.

What is it about you?
That have you controlling my thoughts.
I admit you left your mark upon my heart.

Maybe, the Lord doesn't like us apart.