If you're out with a beautiful lady
On lovers lane on a night of bliss,
And you ask her if you can kiss her,
Kiss her twice before she answers this.
She will tell you just how nice it was.
Or she maybe will slap your face.
Be sure her daddy's not watching,
He just might be at this place.
Always try to kiss your auntie first
Before she puckers her lips.
She takes garlic pills at breakfast,
And cod liver oil burps don't bring bliss.
But when you're six years old and counting,
That cute girl that you play with,
Those kisses when you're parting,
Are the kind you'll someday miss.
So practice in the mirror.
Pucker up and make lips smack.
But keep them away from my daughter,
Or on yours I'll surely whack!
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