When I kiss you? Do I think of past lovers? Worry not, I'm not telling. Don't need the argument. Even if they were a better kisser, better lover. I'm just telling.
See, a fool would speak their truth and face the hell to come. Call them stupid call them dumb. Yes, we all know of someone.
When I look off into space and beam with a smile? Am I thinking of a pleasurable event I shared with someone. Worry not, I'm not telling. Well, unless it was with you. Then I am signing off on my truth.
Never under the things many say at the wrong time. I just know I am not telling or admitting to my joyful time. So don't ask me. Cause I'm not telling.