Wipeout

I kiss the ground on which you walk
I kiss the lips through which you talk
I kiss the city of New York where I first met you

You're my doll and don't forget it
'Cos I'm the guy who will regret it
I love you more than when I said it when I first met you

I love the way you talk, you walk, you smile, your style
Like now, like, wow-wipeout! No doubt
I was gone the moment I laid eyes on you

You'll never be a beauty queen
Won't feature in no magazine
But you're the best that's ever been
I'm glad that I met you
Take every day now as it comes
You take the cake I'll keep the crumbs
I only hear the sound of drums in my heart
(That means that I get you.)

I love the way you walk, you talk, you smile, your style
Your dress, your caress
Well, yes, yes, yes I am impressed
I was gone the moment I laid eyes on you