(Ralph Covert -Waterdog Music / ASCAP)

Unless of course you count up all the things I never asked you for
It's all for sale
And if I had the time to really think about the things I said
I might have meant them all

It’s all behind me
I disobey my own intentions
So have a glass of wine and kiss me

And listen to the tiny voice inside your heart behind your breasts
It’s not your conscience
There’s something here that’s deeper than you’ll ever dip your fingers into
But it’s not your problem

Kiss-o-rama
Kiss-o-rama
Kiss-o-rama

Maybe this is only just a passing thing between two virgins
Too shy to admit it
But deep inside the heart of every fallen angel there’s a secret dream
Of fire and brimstone

Kiss-o-rama

Unless of course you count up all the things you would have given me
It's all for sale
It's all for sale

If you don’t forgive me somebody else will
If you don’t forgive me, kiss-o-rama

Kiss-o-rama