K I S S I N G
K I S S I N G
When I was a young boy oh so many years ago,
the girls they really teased me so incessantly,
Bing o is the Name o was a better one to me.
Then K I s s I n G.
Kay eye ess ess eye inn gee.
Charles and Parme~ sitting in the tree.
First comes love; then comes marraige,
then comes baby in a baby carraige.
And then there was the one they sang,
that really made my head ache ring.
Red ROver Red ROver come on over,
when i did they locked they little arms
and tried to knock me to the ground
my stomach still aches with all the little hate
of the little women that hated me and beat me down.
DOwn to the ground i am made of.
And now that ewe knoe all my past
ICI this poem at last:
Ewe are the woman,
Eye am the mirror,
My heart is the trigger,
Eye am dead.
Love is kind.
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