| Yeah, yeah, my face is red
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| When I aim for her lips
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| I kiss the back of her head
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| I used to kiss my baby
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| Every time I took her to a dance
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)
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| But since she started twisting
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| Now I never even get a chance
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)
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| I wanna get some loving
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| But I find I’m in an awful fix
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| Cause twisting and kissing
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| Are two things that just don’t mix
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| Can’t mix twisting and a kissing
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| Can’t mix kissing and a twisting
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| Yeah, yeah, my face is red
|
| When I aim for her lips
|
| I kiss the back of her head
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| She looks like a yogi, yeah
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| She’s twisting and a spinning about
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)
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| She’s a female pretzel
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| That just needs some straightening out
|
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)
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| I move a little closer cause
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| I’m ready and I wanna get kissed
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| Oh, but my finger popping baby
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| Always hits me in the face with a fist
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| Can’t mix kissing and a twisting
|
| Can’t mix twisting and a kissing
|
| Yeah, yeah, my face is red
|
| When I aim for her lips
|
| I kiss the back of her head
|
| She looks like a yogi, yeah
|
| She’s twisting and a spinning about
|
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)
|
| She’s a female pretzel
|
| That just needs some straightening out
|
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)
|
| I move a little closer cause
|
| I’m ready and I wanna get kissed
|
| Oh, but my finger popping baby
|
| Always hits me in the face with a fist
|
| Can’t mix kissing and a twisting
|
| Can’t mix twisting and a kissing
|
| Yeah, yeah, my face is red
|
| When I aim for her lips
|
| I kiss the back of her head
|
| Can’t mix twisting and a kissing
|
| Can’t mix kissing and a twisting
|
| Yeah, yeah, my face is red
|
| When I aim for her lips
|
| I kiss the back of her head |