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Missin kissin I'm No Spring Chicken I'm All Out Of Luck
Whoever invented the Kiss
I'd like to shake their hand
But I won't
Because I'm shortsighted and always miss
It wouldn't be such a problem
If I had Mick Jaggers's lips
But the boss
My Mrs doesn't like it
And slaps me on the wrist
She's packed her bags to leave
But In tried to kiss her goodbye
But again I missed
She gave me a dirty look
Then threw a book
And yet another
Salon the wrist
Years later
I heard she got married
Now calling herself Jagger
Mick could really hit those lips
And give a smacker
But she threw him out
Because his lips were much too big
And she got drenched in slaver
Pretty picky woman
If you ask me
I'm just a man
Who once had a plan
Who couldn't find the X on the map
Although I tried my best I just didn't realise how small she was
No wonder I missed and got a slap on my hand
I joined a college course to learn how to kiss
And it was lots of fun
Until I kissed a woman I'd never met before our lips did fit
I'm not too sure why but her Husband chased me with a gun?
Hunting season came early
And the chase had just begun
Ilm no Valentino
More like Donald Duck
And when it comes to kissing
I sure ain't got the luck
Never practice on a dod
A Camel or a
Hog.o
Copyright ©
Peter Dome
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