rhythmic spell

Tell me, with a mouth like that, could you make me weaker?
Kiss me ‘til my fingers spell out rhythmic word bouquets?

Honey, with a mouth like that, each word cuts me deeper.
Bet they’re strong enough to keep her sane when you’re far away.

Lover, with a mouth like that, I’d beg you to leave her,
plant your packed bags by my bed and never, ever stray.

But you’re a bedpost man and I’m just a nighttime notch;
you’re a graveyard shift and I am up at dawn.
You smelled like cigarette smoke the first time that we spoke.
You smelled like cigarette smoke the first time that we spoke.

I’ll tell you with a mouth like this, you give me such a fever;
but I just can’t believe that you would ever, ever stay.

You’ll leave like cigarette smoke,
you’ll slowly drift away.