Lletres: Howie Lucero. Cold Kisses.

(words and music by Howie Lucero © 1984)

Stacey, it would've been a late night, but I know you have to go . . . the way you planned it so.
And the cold, wet street seems so incomplete . . . it's ironic without you.
But when you go, please don't blow cold kisses.
No cold kiss - No cold k-kisses - No cold kiss - No cold k-kisses -

Christy, she's my kitten. We are so much alike; we stay where it's warm and dry.
When the trade winds bring such a cool, slow breeze . . . it's ironic without you.
So put on your chiffon roulette dress . . . I'll kiss you like Humphrey B. in the movie.
Cable word to me in Key West, c/o Lydia or Kari Ann, please.

(inst.)

No cold kiss - No cold k-kisses - No cold kiss - No cold k-kisses -

Stacey, I thought about it all night, like watching Havana glow, what doesn't seem long ago.
Only yesteryear, holding to every tear . . . it's ironic without you.
Now that you know, please don't blow cold kisses.
No cold kiss - No cold k-kisses - No cold kiss - No cold k-kisses -

Stacey, when you're sleeping I brangle in the night, cursing my second sight.
Stacey, when I'm weeping . . . it's ironic without you.
So put on your chiffon roulette dress . . . I'll kiss you like Humphrey B. in the movie.
Cable word to me in Key West, c/o Lydia or Kari Ann, please.
(repeat)