You left your magic wand in my nightstand Right above my shoes Now she touches me in all the same places, but She don't feel like you
♪ She sings The Rolling Stones in the shower and Uses your shampoo Same curly hair, but promise that she don't sound Half as good as you Swear to God my shirt's still wet From all the tears that fell out of your eyes Your makeup stains still on my bed Now every night I have to say goodbye One last time She makes me breakfast, pancakes and bacon in the Pan we used to use And you burned the eggs, but you tasted better than Pancakes and bacon do The only silver lining is That I don't have to lie and say we're fine (anymore) But, oh, am I a piece of shit If I'm with her, but I let you in my mind One last time ♪ Did you get a new one? Maybe a blue one to Keep you company And is it in your hand? Or maybe another man? And does he feel like me?