Remembering your kiss, to reminisce
Our first hug was bliss, just like your lips
Your lust is the premise, and love I miss
Come over here sis, let me tell you this
I'm tell you why, your sweeter than a Mr Kipling pie
My heart is on standby, because my love is my alibi
Holding hands will justify, render hearts warm to satisfy
I will hold on to you gently, cause to me you are plenty