Paper Mache Kisses - The Way You Move Your Hips
My lips, your perfume On a summer day, the month of June
Sugar skulls and red roses high I'd like to stay with you and talk all night
Why don't you stay
Your lips, your perfume On a cloudy day, the month of May
Rain clouds and endless grey Not your cup until you do it for me
Why don't you open the door
Don't know what you have to say But it feels like a moment away
If I never saw you again, it wouldn't be too soon
The way you move your lips When you taste my lips
The way you move your hair The way you taste my lips
The way you move your hair The way you kiss my lips
The way you move your hair The way you kiss my lips
The way you move your hair The way you kiss my lips
Written by:
Charles Mottley
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