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Last First Kiss - Ron Pope



     
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Can I talk to you for a second?
I just a have a few things, I wanna tell you
Don't be nervous
When it comes to you I wouldn't change a thing
I wouldn't even change the things I could change
'Cause baby you're perfect, perfect to me
Simply means that you are perfect for me
You're the answer to a prayer I haven't prayed
Got me ready to settle down, I think I wanna say
I'm fallin' in love with you, I'm so feeling all of this
Baby, I'm praying that you are
My last first kiss
Baby, won't you be my last time?
Kissin' somebody for the very first time
All my ladies say
Our first time makin' love
Baby, I pray that this is the last time
That I make love too for the very first time

My ladies say
Feel what I'm sayin' hope that you're the last
Somebody to take me home to meet his mom and dad
I hope that it's the last first time I say I love you
Hope that it's the last first time you say you love me too
Don't wanna ever kiss and say goodbye
If you just wanna kick it then you're wasting my time
'Cause my plan is to not just have a hit and quit
My plan is to make you
My last first kiss
Baby, won't you be my last time?
Kissin' somebody for the very first time
All ladies say
Our first time makin' love
Baby, I pray that this is the last time
That I make love too for the very first time
All my ladies say
The first time I kissed you, I just knew it felt right
Then when I'm with you, I'm walking cloud nine
Just being with you makes my whole life shine
Whenever I'm with you, whenever I kiss you
The first time I kissed you, I just knew it felt right
Then when I'm with you, I'm walking cloud nine
Just being with you makes my whole life shine
Whenever I'm with you, whenever I kiss you
My last first kiss
Baby, won't you be my last time?
Kissin' somebody for the very first time
Ladies say
Our first time makin' love
Baby, I pray that this is the last time
That I make love too for the very first time
Ladies say
My last first kiss
Baby, won't you be my last time?
Kissin' somebody for the very first time
Ladies say
Our first time makin' love
Baby, I pray that this is the last time
That I make love too for the very first time
My last first kiss, yeah
Ladies say, yeah
My last first kiss

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Where should I start…these stories, my music, it comes from all the places I’ve been, the people I’ve been blessed to play music along side, the way it feels to play my guitar until it bleeds or to bang on that old piano in my living room until my shoulders ache and my fingers won’t move anymore. From Georgia to New York, New York to the road; Charleston and Memphis, Vermont to Chicago. Turned 21, then 22…released my first record with The District…Maine and Boston and who knows where else…made love in the grass and meant it…walked down Wilshire, blinking in the Los Angeles sun… got lost in Delaware scrambling to get home to my family after too much time…swam in the ocean with the boys, thanking God for purple and orange Florida sunrises. Soaked up New Orleans…tried to become Levon Helm; realized I wasn’t much of a drummer……turned 23. Wrote A Drop In The Ocean with Zach Berkman and then put it away for six months because I didn’t get it…fell in love…drank whiskey from the bottle and howled at the moon…released Last Call…played the blues back-to-back with Buz in Charlotte and just about everywhere else along that godforsaken highway…the van broke down…we fixed it…the van broke down again. Got lost heading to South Carolina and ended up in Alabama…fell out of love and hit my head on the way towards the bottom…turned 24…made a Christmas album, because, damn it, I like Christmas albums. Played big rooms…played small rooms …listened to Van Morrison and cried…listened to trains scream somewhere off in the distance on ink-black sleepless nights… I traced the outline of a woman’s face on a piece of paper; someone I loved and didn’t want to forget once we’d put the whole thing to bed. The picture didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped, so I took my ink-stained fingers and spelled her name out in big, smeared letters on my arm. I guess that’s all I’ve ever really had…my words. This music is the story of where I’ve been, who I am, and where I’m going…these songs are my life.

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