Things really haven’t changed all that much.

I’m still living in the same old place,

Waiting here to see your handsome face.

The front door is the one you’ve walked through;

And the sofa where we sat is still white and blue.

Things really haven’t changed all that much.

The floor where you stretched out is still the same,

And the walls still hear me whisper your name.

The wine bucket still holds a bottle of Champagne,

And lots of candles await their hot, orange flame.

Things really haven’t changed all that much.

The bubble bath sets on the side of the tub,

And the massage oil waits to be rubbed.

My lips wait to kiss your precious lips and face,

And my body aches for your sweet embrace.

Not much has changed, but one thing has,

‘Cause you see, I now love you so much more,

From deep down in my soul, to my very core.

Only my love has changed; I crave your touch;

Other things haven’t changed all that much.