Cloth you're made of

You've been gone so long, but I can still remember Your first steps on the hardwood, wish I could still be as needed And I remember when you had your first birthday Blew out all the candles, face first in chocolate cake But there's no one who loves you as much With your hand round my finger you got a magic touch No one makes me smile or has skin as soft I love the cloth you're made of, I don't want to take it off Then you turned 18. Never thought you could be so rude I get home and ask how's your day and all I get is good you But there's no one who loves you as much With your hand round my finger you got a magic touch No one makes me smile or has skin as soft I love the cloth you're made of, I don't want to take it off Now I sit at home, and retrace your footsteps I wait for Christmas and birthdays, you come home and see what's changed since But there's no one who loves you as much With your hand round my finger you got a magic touch No one makes me smile or has skin as soft I love the cloth you're made of, I don't want to take it off No one makes me smile, or has skin as soft I love the cloth you're made of I love the cloth you're made of I love the cloth you're made of and I don't want to take it off No I, don't want to, don't want to, don't want to take it off I don't want to, don't want to, don't want to take it off I don't want to, don't want to, don't want to take it off I, don't want to, don't want to, don't want to