She gave me the kiss off,
a fine pucker of not yet.
She gave me the kiss off,
puffed lips that couldn’t stop
spreading half-truth.
She gave me the kiss off,
the story was over, and I
moved on like a White
Snake song triumphant.
She gave me the kiss off,
a fine pucker of not yet.
She gave me the kiss off,
puffed lips that couldn’t stop
spreading half-truth.
She gave me the kiss off,
the story was over, and I
moved on like a White
Snake song triumphant.