Legends of the flesh right here, under my skin. You, in that little black dress, stink of sin. Where am i standing now with this weakest chin? Right next to where we begin. … I said goodbye maybe once or twice when i didn’t really, really mean it. I said “i like you very much,” but i meant something else. I once just lived a solitary existance, resisting advances. But, i’d say it wasn’t the best thing. No, it wasn’t the best thing. … We’re leaving words hanging in our heads: hanging like unstylish clothes and i’ve said just about all that i know how to say with these lips and other things. You can just walk away, ’cause i’ll remember a moment or two we shared, but i think you will remember them too; i think you’ll remember them too. … Legends of this flesh right here, under my skin – where they’ve laid for years. And you in that little black dress stinks of sin and all my other fears. Where am i standing now with this weakest chin? Right next to where we begin, where we’ll begin again – we could begin again. Begin with the sin: and i don’t think i can rearrange this situation, these feelings, we exchange my whole life for just one kiss, and i can’t miss that anymore. Oh no, i can’t miss you anymore ’cause i’m not allowed to, i couldn’t, i shouldn’t, i wouldn’t ever really want to stay away from anything you’ve had to say. And i’ve got you under my skin.