No kisses left to plant on mama’s breast
No kisses left upon eyes that wept
She walked out the door and stole them away
No wishes for your return, girl
The thought of you just burns, girl
Your hot poker’s got me branded from neck to thigh
Your nectar full of fruit flies
No kisses left to make you grown
No kisses left for this wishbone
He ate my Shepherds Pie and left a mess
Dirty dishes in the sink but my food don’t digest
No more leftovers for you, boy
You’re much too picky with your food, boy
No kisses left in me anyway.
