I wish I wish I wish I wish
My job was one of joy and bliss
Could get paid for every kiss
If your kiss could make me rich
Grab the moon and buy you this
But money doesn't grow on lips
If at once it ever did
We'd probably be swapping spit.

K-i-s-s-i-n-g
Y-o-u a-n-d
M-e f-o-r
L-o-v-e

I kiss I kiss I kiss I kiss
To songs that sound a lot like this
Know it's only the first date
But I would like to reach first base
I want to hug you with my face
Would you mind if you must kiss jayce