Roger Chapman Kiss My Soul
Kiss My Soul
Solitaire … I skip on out of town
Spit out the dust of the crowd
Without the fear of drowning …
My shoes may be dirty … but I`m clean
Outta `luck but still my dreams
Have the fire to keep me burning …
One for the money, two for the show
Better get ready to kiss my soul – kiss it
Like a pilgrim I crave eternity
Get to heaven`s gate at speed
Without the trouble of dying …
Treading water … without the stepping stones and
Do it all alone … unfold my wings
Without the fear of flying
One for the money, two for the show
Better get ready to kiss my soul – kiss it
The blues that walk you home some nights
The passion spent at loves first bite
The thorns of loss that leave you dry
Without mistakes then Mister, you ain`t tried, you ain`t tried
One for the money, two for the show
Better get ready to kiss my soul – kiss it
Chequered pride … that`s been captured by a glance and
The femme fatale of circumstance …
Yet still remains unbroken …
To love … I drink a mellow cup
For the winning smile and tender touch
Of any heart I choose to follow
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