I'm gettin' over the smell of her perfume. The sound of her bare feet walkin' 'round the room. I'm gettin' over the taste of her lipstick. Her fingers all up in my hair and other little tricks.
There's a chain of tears. That's been-a holdin' me here. 'Cause you know. How much I hate to see you cry. . Well, before I go. I just wanna let you know.