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Created on: November 23, 2008
Kiss Me
Kiss me, don't leave the world in waiting
Touch me, and leave the band debating
Hold me, no time for contemplating
Love me, lets start by celebrating
And kiss me
Kiss me I'm on a road that's yellow
Following bricks that leads to mellow
Times with you to sing and follow
Leave those empty times to hollow
And kiss me
Kiss me, the wise old owl is winking
Under covers we leave moonlight thinking
Whenever in your arms I'm sinking
So melt me to your lips for drinking
And kiss me
Kiss me and lets lose our underwear
You wear your skin and breath my air
I'll wear your lips and stroke your hair
Our bodies are in fashion and do we care
Ha ! kiss me
Kiss me under a silvery twilight glow
Your world stops here, no place to go
Isn't life great when your in the know
Swing round your arms and let it flow
Just kiss me
Kiss me, I never shaved this morning
Sorry but you have no time for yawning
When the sun is calling out in longing
To share our love within this new day dawning
So kiss me
Kiss me, as the bathing waters cold
I really need your warmth to fold
Around me and you skin to mould
Enough said here, I never told
Just kiss me
Kiss me, it's time for loves addiction
I need you, but that's only contradiction
Well I want you, that's more for inspiration
So strike that, and let's go for adoration
And kiss me
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