It was a
will I get to see you again kind of kiss,
that sort of a hit and miss kind of kiss
when your lips touch and there's a
slight chance that you may
make contact.
This to all the girls I kissed and missed
and wished I'd kissed some more,
and those I wished I'd met and known,
those who made me smile and laugh and
those who made me moan.
My little black book has grown up now,
it's old and the names inside are fading,
a bit like me.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
It was a
will I get to see you again kind of kiss,
that sort of a hit and miss kind of kiss
when your lips touch and there's a
slight chance that you may
make contact.
This to all the girls I kissed and missed
and wished I'd kissed some more,
and those I wished I'd met and known,
those who made me smile and laugh and
those who made me moan.
My little black book has grown up now,
it's old and the names inside are fading,
a bit like me.
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