French Kiss

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French KissWhen Dad gave me the wheel of his old FordI was so nervous on that dirt roadI almost ran it into some red maple treesthen one day I snuck some of his Jim BeamI felt grown-up till I turned as greenas a fresh puddle of anti-freezebut it was a junior high cheerleaderthat really tested my nervesitting 'neath a shady April cedarwe were trembling for our firstfrench kiss...slow n deep, warm n sweetnot sure what to do with our handsI was a bashful guy, she was tender and shyyet we shared such a beautiful danceeven now my mem'ry can't resistreliving that first french kissrumors are whiskey on a small town's breathand years later I heard she broke up withthe foreman down at the lumberyardso if I saw her at the Jack in the Boxor the four-pump Arco down the blockI'd watch her from the corner of my heartthen I saw her at the Western AutoI'd just bought a losing powerballbut felt like I'd hit the lottocos her smile said she she recalledour french kiss...slow n deep, warm n sweetnot sure what to do with our handsI was a bashful guy, she was tender and shyyet we shared such a beautiful danceeven now my mem'ry can't resistreliving that first french kisswell, that old cedar was leanin' from the windcos a lotta years had blown pastbut as we sat beneath it once againwe knew few things last as long asa french kiss...slow n deep, warm n sweetnot sure what to do with our handsI was a bashful guy, she was tender and shyyet we shared such a beautiful danceeven now my mem'ry can't resistreliving our first french kiss(c)2005 Robert George