[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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 - a 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
& making me sigh & helping me fly
Back to the woman who could tease old Frankenstein's suture-boy to living
Moxie is as moxie does & 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

[Verse 3]
And she giggles when she talks
And she's happy if we go to the races & party or not
And she squeezes all the living daylights out of me
And if I ever should sever the tether that keeps us together
Forever where never 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 & 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 & so you'll never ever
Get a taste of heaven - that I know & guarantee that you will never see

A bucket of loving is what she brings to me. She is my sweetie
With kissing - loving - hugging that'll make you glad just to be a man

[Verse 4]
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