With A Pint In Front Of Me

I'm sitting with a pint in front of me.
I pick it up and take a sip. I always like to see,
to see how it compares to the last time.
"Is kissing just the same?" I wonder idly in my mind.

I like to swirl it round inside my mouth,
into every corner. It's the best way to find out
if this one has the same sweet taste I love.
I couldn't quite believe you were still there when I looked up.

I think I must be shyer than I thought
and I already knew I was, really quite a lot.
I must be shy and really quite naive,
for what you said was more than I could really quite believe.

I'm sitting with a pint in front of me.
I pick it up and take a sip. I always like to see,
to see how it compares to the last time.
"Is kissing just the same?" I wonder idly in my mind.

Yes, I'm sitting with a pint in front of me.
I pick it up and take a sip. I always like to see,
to see how it compares to the last time.
"Is kissing just the same?
Is kissing just the same?
Is kissing just the same?" I wonder idly in my mind.