Oh Kiss No Oh my man he don’t like kissing, now what do I do?
He gets restless after just a minute or two
he says he has to go fix the record or polish his boots
and I’m left lonely, pulled up by my roots

He plays his guitar for hours
and takes really long showers
But my lips have to sit
and wait and hunger
as if he told me to please take a number
I have patience to fill up caves
But sometimes I feel like go digging graves
If he won’t give me kisses soon and many
I’ll drop and wiggle down the street like a penny