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WARM KISS Doris Fisher (m) Allan Roberts (l) as rec by Jeri Southern 1958 He's got warm kiss but a cold heart, A "fumble and fold me" caress; Ah yes! He's got the key to my heart's address! He's got a soft touch but a hard mind, That "St Louis" look in his eye; Oh my! I'll never trust him till the day I die! Don't know why I'm so 'ttached to That man I'm so latched to, Makin' love to him is like a game of solitaire! They say I should have more sense; Why talk to me of horse sense? 'Cause I'm so lonely when he isn't there! So I take his warm kiss and his cold heart, Cross my fingers and hope for the best! Ah yes! That is the thing called love, I guess! Ah yes! He's got the key to my heart's address! Ah yes! That is the thing called love, I confess! Ah yes! That is the thing called love, I guess! (Contributed by Peter Akers - January 2010)

    


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