You screw up your face when he kisses you
And when you make love it's not love for you
And when you cry he swears you're not the same
Where is the girl he would have died for?
Perhaps the girl has kissed the boy and never will

Unkiss that kiss
She never could
Untouch that touch
She never would
Unkiss that kiss
She never could
Untouch that touch

I went to St. Christopher's Place but it reminded me of you
Remainder our night on French bed linen
But don't expect me to
Unkiss that kiss