Sanoja: Easy Skankers. Old Lovers.

(Giuseppe Pagliaroli)

I think about the girls I ever loved
A smile for everyone for words I've never told
I forgot the name I forgot the place
About everyone I can't forget the face

Old lovers grew me up
I can't forget their touch
Old lovers gone away
I can't forget that day

I think about the girls who touched my hairs
Yeah those hands had driven me crazy
I think about the girls who made me cry
Now to everyone I forgive their lies

Old lovers grew me up
I can't forget their touch
Old lovers or just friends
I can't forget their hands