Music
Your Kiss
(Gayle Ackroyd)
Your Kiss Gayle Ackroyd/ Kevin Cooke 1994
It’s not your money honey or even your car phone
Not you’re rich relations or that fancy spread you own
Not your ruby ring or the Rolex on your wrist
It’s got to be, it’s got to be,
It’s got to be, mmmm, the way you kiss
It’s not the way you smile when you watch me dress
It’s not the sparkle in your eye when my hairs at mess
Not the way you smooth talk, makes you so hard to resist
It’s got to be, it’s got to be,
It’s got to be, mmmm the way you kiss
Your kiss, heats me up,
Melts me down, turns me inside out,
Your kiss steals my sanity,
You’ve got my heart you’ve got my soul,
You’ve got complete control of me
It’s not the way you tilt your hat slightly to one side
Not the way you look at me that gives me butterflies
All these things add up, I check them off my list
It’s got to be, it’s got to be,
It’s got to be, the way you kiss
It’s got to be, the way you kiss