They said the first time was special
I don't remember what was it like holding hands the first time
They said the first time was special
I don't remember my first kiss
They said the first time was special
I don't remember how it felt the first time I was inside a woman
The first times forgotten in the busy traffic, by the dusty roadside, in the raunchy citylights
Bits and pieces, shredded and scattered in the wounds, in a glass of whiskey, in the distances, in the obvious lives of the everyday noises...
I don't remember what was it like holding hands the first time
They said the first time was special
I don't remember my first kiss
They said the first time was special
I don't remember how it felt the first time I was inside a woman
The first times forgotten in the busy traffic, by the dusty roadside, in the raunchy citylights
Bits and pieces, shredded and scattered in the wounds, in a glass of whiskey, in the distances, in the obvious lives of the everyday noises...
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