Leave Me With Your Scent

I'm half asleep.
I feel you
getting out of bed,
picking up last night's jeans
and quickly getting dressed.

Here on my pillow,
you leave your musk
waiting for me, baby,
when I wake up.

When our love is spent,
when our love is spent,
when our love is spent,
baby,
leave me with your scent.

I'm underneath
the shower,
steaming up the walls,
wondering if I should
wash my hair or not.

There on my pillow,
you left your musk
waiting for me, baby,
when I woke up.

When our love is spent,
when our love is spent,
when our love is spent,
baby,
leave me with your scent.