100 lyrics for "Kiss me, k-k-kiss me"

The moon is high and the night is young Come on and meet me C'mon sweet thing Won't you climb on out of your window While the world is sleeping And there's no way I'll be leaving 'Till we're kissing on the porch swing Oh my little sweet thing Sweet thing
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And it's just breaking my heart 'Cause she's not you But she's not you And when we're dancing It almost feels the same I've got to stop myself from Whisp'ring your name She even kisses me like you used to do Her hair is soft and her eyes are oh so blue
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Here’s to the good times, here’s to the sunshine Here’s to the ice you float your beer in To the tops they pop and the tan lines disappearin’ She’s a little bit tipsy Leans in for a kiss, she’s stealin’ your heart just like a gypsy And there you are just
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Touching the very part of me, it's making my soul sing Your love is king, crown you in my heart Your kisses ring, round and round and round my head Your love is king, never need to part Tearing the very heart of me, I'm crying out for more I'm crying out
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I wanna show you off Damn girl lookin' so pretty How's about a little drive to the city Hey babe spend the night with me Make the downtown boys jealous when you kiss me I know you like it That I'm shy and kinda quiet But tonight I
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I can't wait any longer to set myself free, ahh Dirty livin', ahh, dirty livin' No more, no more I've gotta get away Dirty livin', dirty livin' I can't get enough of what I need People all around me lettin' me bleed Waitin' for the darkness to blind the
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Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can? Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand? Are we last-call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next forty years? Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in
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Now, but I can't And I don't know How we're just two men as God had made us Well, I can't, well, I can Too much, too late, or just not enough of this Pain in my heart for your dying wish I'll kiss your lips again In the middle of a gun fight In the
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Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, I remember love on a rooftop We couldn't make our love stop We were giving all that we got I remember holding you so tight Ooh, when kissing lasted all night Love on a rooftop We never stop to see
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If you want to know the real me, just turn the page in my dirt road diary. It’s right there for you to see, every kiss, every beer, every cotton field memory. Tan legs and some Dixie Land delight, ridin’ round, windows down on a summer night. I was
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