Your kisses are not what i wanted, your kisses are not what I crave, your kisses may be a beautiful art, but all i ever wanted was your heart, right from the start.
Then i see that I'm not the only one in your life, and I start to wonder what this girl she might be like. I bet she don't look at you like I do, I bet she don't talk to you like i used to. Is she giving you the butterflys I gave you?
But her kisses are what you wanted, her kisses are what you crave, her kisses may be a beautiful art, but she don't really care about your heart.