(by the Self-Righteous Brothers)

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You never touch your eyes any more, nor touch my lips
And there isn’t soap in the world enough to clean your fingertips
You’re trying hard not to spread it (baby)
But baby, baby forget it:

[Chorus]
I’ve lost that Covid feeling
Whoa, that Covid feeling
I’ve lost that Covid feeling
Now it’s gone, gone, gone, whoa

Now there’s no welcome look in your eyes when I reach for your mask
And now you’re starting to criticize little things I ask
It makes me feel just like the flu does (baby)
‘Cause, baby, you treat me like Judas

I’ve lost that Covid feeling
Whoa, that Covid feeling
I’ve lost that Covid feeling
Now it’s gone, gone, gone, whoa

[Bridge]

Baby, baby, I get down on my knee and protest
That you should love me with no test, yeah
We had a love, a love, a love I don’t want rejected
So don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t treat me as infected
Baby (baby), baby (baby)
I beg of you, please, please
I need no gloves (I need no gloves)
I need no gloves (I need no gloves)
So bring last year back (So bring it on back)
Bring last year back (So bring it on back)

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