G.T. Moore | Miss Kiss

 

Miss Kiss

Miss kiss, now that the night is young
Will we ever stop having fun.
Now I am for free.
Night comes, the day has long been done,
We could be gone if I could get you some.
Now the wine flows so free.

You don't need to look for another one.
See, see how the music's spun,
How now will it not be.
Ride, as we ride, flashing between the trees,
Side by side, somebody's got to see
How long could it be me.

Knock on the door, somebody's having fun,
Up on the floor, they said it could not be done
How long could it not be.
Miss kiss - oh how I feel so free.
Capture me,so that I cannot leave.
How long could it not be.