When I met you, I was sure
That you and I could fall in love.
But you left, and my dreams failed.
"Get off me!" - That's what you said.

Now I wonder, that's for sure,
I still feel a bit of love.
And I know now what to do:
I must find another you!

If I made a clone of you,
Would she be the girl I knew?
Would she tell me "I love you"?
Would she taste just like you do?

So I've found out, that's for sure,
I have no clue for my love.
And I'll live and die alone,
Dreaming of your pretty clone.

If I made a clone of you,
Would she be the girl I knew?
Would she need me like you do?
Would she be sweet just like you?