Jag har mer vett, en bättre kyss, en varmare beröring, ett bättre knull.

Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off her dress? 
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God she was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch her skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any girl you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Boy I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me!