I would write a thousand little letters,
each one unique,
like you were the fish and I were a netter.
They’d each be handwritten,
love spoken,
fitting together like tea and a Britan.
And sealed in a envelope,
it’d be sweeter than a cantaloupe.
Wrapped in the page of the book,
we bounded over, a lady and a bloke.
And each day I would deliver these letters,
each one better and better.
Delivered with doves,
delivered with a single foxglove,
delivered with love.

Oh the things I would do for a kiss.

I would wake up each morning,
and cook you anything.
I’d let you hog the whip cream,
the black beans,
nacho supremes,
ice-cream.
Because we are a team,
or at least that is what I dream.
Or at least that is what I think.
I’d cook you soup if you were sick,
or run out and get you chips.
Anything you prefer,
it’d be your’s.

Oh the things I would do for a kiss.

I’d give you warm hugs,
let you steal my coffee mug.
Lend you my robe so you’ll feel snug.
I’d give you comfort,
I’d give you shelter.
I’d make you 100 sweaters and be your protector.
We could go to the top of the world,
give you a twirl,
heck, buy you a flying squirrel.

Go to the bottom of an abyss,
find us a bliss,
it’s an endless list.
Anything you wish...

Oh the things I would do for a kiss.