A kiss from the girl you loved when a boy,
With love that was quite sincere;
A kiss from the one you called sweetheart,
While journeying on through life,
But the sweetest of all that I can recall
Is the kiss from your own dear wife.
There’s a kiss, the kiss of parting, an unwelcome sad embrace,
Other kisses are all sweetness, as they happen in their place;
What’s a kiss, what does it taste like, can you tell me, now I ask?
Even Webster can’t define it, to describe it is a task!—Chorus.