Can I, oh can I please—
Tell you about my sweetest dream?
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing
The setting sun; sky of purple, orange, red
Two lovely figures, down by the swing set
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing
Their eyes are locked, their hearts are tied
Nothing else in the world to make them satisfied
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing
One thing alone is missing:
Gentle delicate kissing
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing
But a quick little peck on the lips
Is amongst the cruelest of quips
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing
When passion is present and passion is pure
A little longer, a kiss can endure
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing
A little push, a little pull
Each wanting the other to know
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing
Your lips tasted so damn good
So strong I could not have stood
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing
I wanted more, but it was more than enough
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing
Your lips, your eyes, your heart
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing
Our passion or love; my nighttime dream…
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing