LI'L OLE KISS OF FIRE
(Lester Allen / Robert Hill)
Homer & Jethro - 1952
I touch your lips, that's when the trouble starts a-brewin'
I can't resist the brand of 'bacca you are chewin'
And though my heart goes boom, just like a blown out tyre
I'm just plumb crazy for your li'l ole kiss of fire
Just like a calf, you've got me roped and tied and branded
You'd make a fortune with your kissin' if you canned it
And though I know you're true to Lem and Zeke and Willie
I'm still plumb silly for your li'l ole kiss of fire
The flames are flyin', I'm on the pan a-fryin'
What good is there denyin', a-sighin' and a-cryin'
The flame is spurtin', my darlin', I'm a-hurtin'
If I must burn, then darlin', bake me like a bun
'Til I'm well done, 'til I'm well done, oh-oh-oh Lord
Give me your lips and watch me sizzle like a cinder
Just one more kiss and I'll go flyin' out the winder
You got me on the griddle and I'll always be there
Yes, what put me there, your li'l ole kiss of fire
You got a pucker like a possum eatin' 'simmons
The way you kiss, you must have practiced on some lemons
And when you kiss me, you set my mouth on fire
Dadburn that cigar and your li'l ole kiss of fire
(Contributed by - February 2007)