Евгений Коновалов, Александр Закшевский Братишка, с днём рождения!

(One, two, three, four)

Lonely when you're in his arms
Yeah, you know I pray for that, pray for that, yeah
Your laundry dipped in my cologne
'Cause you know it takes you back, takes you back
Tell me, do you ever miss me when I'm gone?
Wonderin' what body I'll be on
We can reconsider if you want
Baby, don't forget about me ever-er

I hope the memory's killin' you over there
Don't even front, you know that you just can't compare
What it used to be
I hope your jacket smells likе me (Stop) My baby (Stop) Yeah
And when you touch him, doеs it really feel the same?
Or are you lyin' there, thinkin' about the way
That it used to be?
I hope your jacket smells like me (Stop) My baby (Stop)