I still smell the cushion on your favorite chair It’s been a long time now It’s been a long time gone But your cushion still smells and it never rebound Sitting and staring at your favorite chair Remembering the times when your ass was there Smoking and laughing and watching TV Guzzling Sunkist and eating Chinese But why do I care what chick is there? Ass is ass is ass is ass But I can’t forget you because I still smell you I still smell the cushion on your favorite chair You took everything you owned or you thought you did But you left behind a smell where you used to sit Thinking and napping and killing time You in your chair and me in mine Pulling and chewing on chicken wings Acting like you’re sleeping when the doorbell rings But I can’t stand to dwell in the past Not when the air still smells like ass What am I to do when I can still smell you? I still smell the cushion on your favorite chair