Kissin’ Me


You were always beautiful, you were always out of reach.
You were always not that kind of girl to me.
That’s how things are, how life is, these are the rules by which we play:
Count your blessings, don’t get ideas above your station.

(But) All things changed one summer’s night.
All things changed with no one in sight.

(You were) Kissin’ me.

I don’t know who was first: The frames were lost as we cut to the chase.
I don’t know who was first: It was a photofinish, in a one horse race.

CHORUS

You were always beautiful, you were always out of reach.
You were always not that kind of girl to me.
That’s how things are, how life is, these are the rules by which we play:
Count your blessings, don’t get ideas above your station.

I closed my eyes didn’t want you to leave.
Eyes tight shut, like on Christmas eve,
I closed my eyes, sometimes – we get what we wish for/deserve.

CHORUS

©18.12.2017 Andrew Robert Chapman


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