Me. Her. â€œHi, Iâ€™m me.â€ â€œHi Iâ€™m her.â€ Lunch? Yeah, lunch. Stories of broken hearts exchanged Thoughts of you makes me deranged Hand in hand, lay in bed Fabric to fabric, warmth shared One thing. Another. Lips grace, Lips caress Skin to skin, heavy breathing Intimacy, on the higher level Embarrassed woman, nervous man No one can do it as well, as those two can â€œHappy Birthday, Her. Hereâ€™s your giftâ€ â€œOh my God, thank you.â€ She tries it on, perfect fit â€œItâ€™s beautifulâ€, Her says. Skin to skin Fabric to fabric Hand to hand The ring in mine. Its over.