Your scent is all that’s left,
Lingering in the absence of your presence,
Just moments before I was whole as I held you in my arms.
Is it wrong to long for the warmth of your touch?
That seems to guide me back to my
dreams of the time we spent together.
I guess it’s what you do to me; it’s what you do me,
Yes it’s what how you make me feel inside,
That make’s you special to me baby.