The gentle kiss of morning
Comes sweetly from above
Sleepy eyed, I draw a smile
Looking up at the man I love

His lips, so very tender
Press against mine, so true
He stands there for a moment
But, I know just what he’ll do

He’ll walk away, ever slowly
Turn around, and then, he’s gone
“Bye, I love you, baby doll!
See ya when I get home!”

 

 

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