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)