You're gone, you're gone, the fetish is gone
I try, I try, but your fragrance lingers on
Insane, insane, you're driving me insane
All this time you were a glass of champagne
In my mind, my mouth tastes pink
Swirling like a daiquiri, delectable and sweet
In my mind, my mouth tastes pink
In my mind, mouth tastes pink
In my mind