[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1]
He'd like you to call him lucky
The original self-made man;
No sense of wide-screen vision
No gender strangeness he can understand

[Verse 2]
He roll on the old, old story
You can call it original sin;
Yeah, stamp that one in his passport
Paste it and colour it in

[Pre-Chorus]
Colour in a history of pride and prejudice;
What he wants is mystery, but what he gets is this:

[Chorus]
A kick to kill the kiss
A kick to kill the kiss (Now)
A kick to kill the kiss

[Verse 3]
He thinks it fair competition
Somehow having and eating the cake
When the women are in their bodies
And the men are all over the place
[Pre-Chorus]
What he wants is Paradise, of which he has no clue
What he wants: Oblivion. ("…Baby, all I want is you.")
What he wants and what he needs are very different tricks…
Got some strange philosophy through going for that dictionary tic
And the kick of kiss-me-quick

[Chorus]
A kick to kill the kiss

[Outro]
And he says
"Baby, all I want is you."