My Lips Your Kiss - Blackjack Billy

Honey you and me, we honey and a bee

Like peaches and cream

Two of a kind, roses and wine

Like a soul-did rhyme

Tire on a swing, finger on a string

A ball game in the spring

The right kinda mix on a night like this

Girl you know it just fits

Talking 'bout my lips, your kiss

Talking 'bout my hands, your hips

Kinda like twilight, fireflies

Your pretty wild eyes lost in mine

My truck, it ain't much

When you ride shotgun, jacked up

Little like midnight June in the Georgia moon

It fits, my lips, your kiss

No Hollywood rush, baby your touch

When I think about us

It's "Lady and the Tramp", "Jack and Diane"

Your hand in my hand

Somethin' like Clyde, Bonnie in the ride

Ridin' side by side

Arms round you, we're tied all night

And don't it feel just right

Talking 'bout my lips, your kiss

Talking 'bout my hands, your hips

Kinda like twilight, fireflies

Your pretty wild eyes lost in mine

My truck, it ain't much

When you ride shotgun, jacked up

Little like midnight June in the Georgia moon

It fits, my lips, your kiss

Like candy on a cane

Or slow dancin' in the rain

Girl we got a thing

Like a diamond on a ring

Talking 'bout my lips, your kiss

Talking 'bout my hands, your hips

Kinda like twilight, fireflies

Your pretty wild eyes lost in mine

My truck, it ain't much

When you ride shotgun, jacked up

Little like midnight June in the Georgia moon

It fits, my lips, your kiss

It fits, my lips, your kiss

It fits, my lips, your kiss