Deep as the Night is Dark

[couchgrouch]

corn for a country gal...Deep as the Night is DarkHe had deodorant streaks on his Journey t-shirtwhen he picked me up that lazy August nighthe asked to hold my hand during Sixteen CandlesI hated he was a boy my Dad'd likethen he leaned in close on my porch, and bumped the front door bellthough he barely pecked my lips, that boy's first kiss feltdeep as the night is darksoft as an evening breezehis light touch lit a sparkthat burned inside of medeep as the night is darkwell, I dug my diary from under my mattressmy stuffed Tigger watched me write his name in redI thought nothing could compare to when he kissed methen the Pooh-Bear phone rang beside my bedit was that bashful boy, tryin' to ask me to a dancewith a cute stammer he said, that just touching my handwas deep as the night is darksoft as an evening breezeyour light touch lit a sparkthat burns inside of medeep as the night is darkwell, all innocent girls grow into womenpecks on porches become love in beds of linenbut some nights I relive when I was youngcos of all my mem'ries that kiss still runsdeep as the night is darksoft as an evening breezehis light touch lit a sparkthat burns inside of medeep as the night is dark(c)2007 Robert George