A HURTIN FOR THE LIPS I CAIN’T KISS

Lips that cain’t be kissed,
A standin with her hands on her hips.
Tounge that cuts like a knife,
Meanest thang I’ve seen in my life.

How can she look so sweet,
As she grinds my heart ‘neath her feet.

I could use another cigarette,
And a whiskey to help me forget.
I wish I were in Afghanistan,
A shootin’ at the Taliban,
Maybe then I wouldn’t feel like this,
A burtin’ for the lips I cain’t kiss,
A hurtin’ for the lips I cain’t kiss.

Hell they aint enough whiskey,
To remove her from my memory.
So I’ll take a shot and fire for effect,
Hell I might as well go and git wrecked.

When I see her walkin’ down the street,
My heart starts to pound and beat.

I wanna lay it down right at her feet,
But I know she’d just laugh at me.
Hell I wish I were in Afghanistan,
A shootin’ at the Taliban,
Maybe then I wouldn’t feel like this,
A hurtin’ for the lips I cain’t kiss,
A hurtin’ for the lips I cain’t kiss.

Hell I think I’ll go and join the Marines,
if they’ll take a guy thats beat to his knees,
If they won’t I don’t know what I’ll do,
Gotta find a way to forget about you.
Hell I wish I were in Afghanistan,
A shootin’ at the Taliban,
Maybe then I wouldn’t feel like this,
A hurtin’ for the lips I cain’t kiss,
A hurtin’ for the lips I cain’t kiss,
A hurtin’ for the lips I cain’t kiss,
A hurtin for the lips I cain’t kiss.

Written; 03-04-2004

Donny Ray Ford.