Freddie's Yen For Jen

Love is wild in her
I confuse her love with the sea
She is a rare and emerald fantasy told to me
And to me it seems that she lives in a mystery

But her kisses
I dig her kisses
While washing the dishes, or feeding the fishes
It's her kisses
Her k-k-k-k-k-k-kisses
It's her kisses
Kisses that'll make you holler loudly
That you're glad enough to be a man

And in the evening
Later, after dark
She quietly reveals to me all her miracles
Flying all up around me everywhere
Just like a fountain springing up around my eyes
Ah, love, I'm in a shower of a lovely one
She makes the sun rise and set for me

Oh, gotta make her stay
Because she's got a wiggle that'll make a clock stop
I dig her even when we're apart
Digging on my baby's really getting me high
And making me sigh and helping me fly
Back to the woman who could tease old Frankenstein's suture-boy to living

Moxie is as moxie does and she is moxie with the kind
Of moxie love she's giving
And I know she'll never ever need forgiving
With kisses that will make you say you're glad enough to be a man, ah-ah

And she giggles when she talks
And she's happy if we go to the races and party or not
And she squeezes all the living daylights out of me
And if I ever should sever the tether that keeps us forever together
Whenever a tear or a sorrow could weather
The amorist passion that flashes from in her eyes
I'd be a dunce if I should ever try to walk
Or try to stray into any other woman's arms

Because I dig her kisses
The kind that I like because they're warm and tasty
And they're good and chewy and I like 'em
And you would dig them too, if you could ever get
A kiss from my sweet miss
But we will be kissing and kissing and so you'll never ever
Get a taste of heaven that I know and guarantee that you will never see

A bucket, a bucket, a bucket, a bucket, a bucket, a bucket, a bucket, a bucket...
A bucket of loving is what she brings to me
She is my sweetie
Kissing, loving, hugging that'll make you glad just to be a man
Woo!

Love is wild in her
I confuse her love with the sea
She is a rare and emerald fantasy told to me
And to me it seems that she lives in a mystery

Because I dig her kisses, ah
I dig her kisses
They're never fictitious, oh, oh, oh
And always look gracious
It's her kisses
Her k-k-k-k-k-k-kisses
It's her kisses
Kisses that'll make you holler loudly
That you're glad enough to be a man