kurt elling
freddie's yen for jen
    Vs. 1 Love is wild in her. I confuse her love with the sea. She is a rare and emerald fantasy told to me and to me it seems that she lives in a mystery.  But her kisses! I dig her kisses. While washing the dishes or feeding the fishes. It's her kisses. Her k-k-k-k-k-k-kisses. It's her kisses. Kisses that'll make you holler loudly that you're glad enough to be a man.  Vs. 2 And in the evening - later - after dark she quietly reveals to me all her miracles Flying all up around me everywhere, just like a fountain springing up around my eyes - a love! I'm in a shower of a lovely one. She makes the sun rise and set for me.  Oh, gotta' make her stay because she's got a wiggle that'll make a clock stop. I dig her even when we're apart. Digging on my baby's really getting me high & making me sigh & helping me fly back to the woman who could tease old Frankenstein's suture-boy to living.  Moxie is as moxie does & she is moxie with the kind of moxie love she's giving. And I know she'll never ever need forgiving with kisses that will make you say you're glad enough to be a man.  Vs. 3 And she giggles when she talks. And she's happy if we go to the races & party or not. And she squeezes all the living daylights out of me. And if I ever should sever the tether that keeps us together forever where never a tear or a sorrow could weather the amorist passion that flashes from in her eyes - I'd be a dunce - if i should ever try to walk or try to stray into any other woman's arms.  Because I dig her kisses - the kind that I like because they're warm & tasty and they're good and chewy and I like 'em. And you would dig them too, if you could ever get a kiss from my sweet miss. But we will be kissing and kissing & so you'll never ever get a taste of heaven - that I know & guarantee that you will never see.  A bucket of loving is what she brings to me. She is my sweetie. with kissing - loving - hugging that'l make you glad just to be a man.  Vs. 4, repeat Vs. 1   