You've been gone so long, but I can still remember
Your first steps on the hardwood, wish I could still be as needed
And I remember when you had your first birthday
Blew out all the candles, face first in chocolate cake
But there's no one who loves you as much
With your hand round my finger you got a magic touch
No one makes me smile or has skin as soft
I love the cloth you're made of, I don't want to take it off
Then you turned 18. Never thought you could be so rude
I get home and ask how's your day and all I get is good you
But there's no one who loves you as much
With your hand round my finger you got a magic touch
No one makes me smile or has skin as soft
I love the cloth you're made of, I don't want to take it off
Now I sit at home, and retrace your footsteps
I wait for Christmas and birthdays, you come home and see what's changed since
But there's no one who loves you as much
With your hand round my finger you got a magic touch
No one makes me smile or has skin as soft
I love the cloth you're made of, I don't want to take it off
No one makes me smile, or has skin as soft
I love the cloth you're made of
I love the cloth you're made of
I love the cloth you're made of and I don't want to take it off
No I, don't want to, don't want to, don't want to take it off
I don't want to, don't want to, don't want to take it off
I don't want to, don't want to, don't want to take it off
I, don't want to, don't want to, don't want to