If I'd be so inclined to climb up beside you,
Would you tell me that the time just isn't right?
And if I should ever find the key you hide so well,
Will you tell me that I can spend the night?

Leavin your smell on my coat,
Leavin your taste on my shoulder.
I still fail to understand
What it is about this woman.

If I could bottle up the chills that you give me,
I would keep them in a jar next to my bed.
And if I should ever draw a picture of a woman,
It is you that [bad word] flowing from my pen.

Leavin your clothes on the floor,
Making me walk out the door
And I still fail to understand
What it is about this woman.

Helplessly melting as I stand next to the sun.
As she burns me, I am screaming out for more.
Drink every drop of liquid heat that I've [bad word] 
Pop me open, spoon me out on to the floor.

Leavin your smell on my coat,
Leavin your taste on my shoulder,
I still fail to understand, fail to understand
Leavin your smell on my coat,
Leavin your taste on my shoulder.
I still fail to understand
What it is about this woman.