Who will your arms deceive now?
Or: Who are your arms going to deceive now?
Who will your lips lie to now?
Or: Who are your lips going to lie to now?
Who will you tell I love you now?
Or: Who are you going to tell I love you now?
You'll give him your body
You'll stop time on the pillow
A thousand hours will pass in your gaze
There will only be life loving you
And who will write you poems and letters?
And who will tell you their fears and faults?