a stolen kiss,
here and there,
but stolen kisses can never be mine.

it’s not like i thought you were mine,
but a girl can wish.
oh, i can wish.

is it distance or wishing
that makes the heart grow fonder?
the two of us could figure it out,
i’m sure.

this shouldn't happen,
so you say,
between kisses on my
neck and mouth.

stolen kisses are what we thrive on,
pressed to wet mouths,
too early in the morning.

it’s not good,
you and i and our stolen kisses,
but we steal them anyway.