The First Kiss Or That Darn Ann Landers
Son of a gun we were still young;
only 15 years gone by.
You were the first my kissing bubble to burst,
and for you, I think so was I.
I wanted to start putting other parts
of our bodies in the field of play;
But you stopped it instead as you paused and read
what Ann Landers had written to say:
Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.
You stuck to your creed in spite of my plea,
and I didn’t want to press you;
So your hand I would hold and my tongue I would fold,
even though I want to undress you.
Late at night my conscience I’d fight,
still awake in my lonely bed;
Thinking of you and what I would do
if these words weren’t still stuck in my head:
Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.
I followed your rules, played it cool
for the first ten to twenty dates;
But by the end of the year to me it was clear
we wouldn’t be tempting our fate.
So we parted our ways; ending our days
to see other people instead;
As I set forth looking of course
for a girl who hadn’t read:
Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.
More than thirty years have disappeared;
For me two wives and four kids.
And as for you, I hear it’s true,
that getting married you never did.
I’ll never forget and never regret
That first kiss where we both did live;
And though I did slander poor ole Ms. Landers
to my daughter this advice I now give.
Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010
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