ALL THE FUN (kiss, kiss, kiss)

Tiffany eyes, dead set, so sadistic.

From the look on her face you’d swear she’s a mystic.

Turning up the music and dancing alone, spinning in circles like there’s nobody home.

He’s just watching, he’s no fun, body says maybe, head says run.

Lips like cherry, glass, shiny and parted, whispering a cure for the broken hearted.

Burning candles with yearning looks, little secrets from borrowed books.

Waving nonchalance like a gun.

Camera flashes and photo shoots, sacred earth underneath your boots.

Dirty boys and girls have all the fun.

Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss. Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.

Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss. Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.

Bat of an eyelash draws her in, a calling, she notices quick, but swore off falling.

Going through the reasons she’d be better alone, now her breath is on her neck, and they’re halfway home.

The streetlight shines down, drenched red, caramel skin glows, promises said.

Lips like cherry, glass, shiny and parted, whispering a cure for the broken hearted.

Burning candles with yearning looks, little secrets from borrowed books.

Waving nonchalance like a gun.

Camera flashes and photo shoots, sacred earth underneath your boots.

Dirty boys and girls have all the fun

Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss. Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.

Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss. Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.

Burning candles with yearning looks, little secrets from borrowed books.

Waving nonchalance like a gun.

Camera flashes and photo shoots, sacred earth underneath your boots.

Dirty boys and girls have all the fun

Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss. Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.

Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss. Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.

Lyrics by Justin Warfield

Bowie Jonah Songs, BMI ©2024