(Kissing, kissing and a twisting)
(Kissing, twisting and a kissing)


Yeah, yeah, my face is red
When I aim for her lips
I kiss the back of her head


I used to kiss my baby
Every time I took her to a dance

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...)

But since she started twisting

Now I never even get a chance
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...)


I wanna get some loving
But I find I'm in an awful fix
Cause twisting and kissing

Are two things that just don't mix

Can't mix twisting and a kissing

Can't mix kissing and a twisting

Yeah, yeah, my face is red

When I aim for her lips
I kiss the back of her head


She looks like a yogi, yeah
She's twisting and a spinning about
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...)


She's a female pretzel
That just needs some straightening out

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...)

I move a little closer cause

I'm ready and I wanna get kissed
Oh, but my finger popping baby
Always hits me in the face with a fist


Can't mix kissing and a twisting
Can't mix twisting and a kissing


Yeah, yeah, my face is red
When I aim for her lips

I kiss the back of her head

She looks like a yogi, yeah

She's twisting and a spinning about
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...)


She's a female pretzel
That just needs some straightening out
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...)


I move a little closer cause
I'm ready and I wanna get kissed

Oh, but my finger popping baby
Always hits me in the face with a fist


Can't mix kissing and a twisting
Can't mix twisting and a kissing


Yeah, yeah, my face is red
When I aim for her lips
I kiss the back of her head


Can't mix twisting and a kissing
Can't mix kissing and a twisting


Yeah, yeah, my face is red
When I aim for her lips

I kiss the back of her head