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| 1
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| Love is wild in her. |
| I confuse her love with the sea
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| She is a rare and emerald fantasy told to me
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| And to me it seems that she lives in a mystery
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| But her kisses! |
| I dig her kisses
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| While washing the dishes or feeding the fishes
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| It’s her kisses. |
| Her k-k-k-k-k-k-kisses
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| It’s her kisses. |
| Kisses that’ll make you holler loudly
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| That you’re glad enough to be a man
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| 2
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| And in the evening — later — after dark
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| She quietly reveals to me all her miracles
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| Flying all up around me everywhere
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| Just like a fountain springing up around my eyes — a love!
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| I’m in a shower of a lovely one
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| She makes the sun rise and set for me
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| Oh, gotta' make her stay
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| Because she’s got a wiggle that’ll make a clock stop
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| I dig her even when we’re apart
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| Digging on my baby’s really getting me high
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| & making me sigh & helping me fly
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| Back to the woman who could tease old Frankenstein’s suture-boy to living
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| Moxie is as moxie does & she is moxie with the kind of moxie love she’s giving
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| And I know she’ll never ever need forgiving
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| With kisses that will make you say you’re glad enough to be a man
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| 3
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| And she giggles when she talks
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| And she’s happy if we go to the races & party or not
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| And she squeezes all the living daylights out of me
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| And if I ever should sever the tether that keeps us together
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| Forever where never a tear or a sorrow could weather
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| The amorist passion that flashes from in her eyes
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| — I'd be a dunce —
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| If i should ever try to walk or try to stray into any other woman’s arms
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| Because I dig her kisses —
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| The kind that I like because they’re warm & tasty
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| And they’re good and chewy and I like 'em
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| And you would dig them too, if you could ever get
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| A kiss from my sweet miss
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| But we will be kissing and kissing & so you’ll never ever
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| Get a taste of heaven — that I know & guarantee that you will never see
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| A bucket of loving is what she brings to me. |
| She is my sweetie
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| With kissing — loving — hugging that’l make you glad just to be a man
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| 1 |