I still smell the cushion on your favorite chair
 It’s been a long time now
 It’s been a long time gone
 But your cushion still smells and it never rebound
 Sitting and staring at your favorite chair
 Remembering the times when your [bad word] was there
 Smoking and laughing and watching TV
 Guzzling Sunkist and eating Chinese
 But why do I care what chick is there?
 [bad word] is [bad word] is [bad word] is [bad word] 
 But I can’t forget you because I still smell you
 I still smell the cushion on your favorite chair
 You took everything you owned or you thought you did
 But you left behind a smell where you used to sit
 Thinking and napping and killing time
 You in your chair and me in mine
 Pulling and chewing on chicken wings
 Acting like you’re sleeping when the doorbell rings
 But I can’t stand to dwell in the past
 Not when the air still smells like [bad word] 
 What am I to do when I can still smell you?
 I still smell the cushion on your favorite chair