Lyrics:

Vs. 1
Love is wild in her. I confuse her love with the sea.
She is a rare and emerald fantasy told to me
And to me it seems that she lives in a mystery.

But her kisses! I dig her kisses.
While washing the dishes or feeding the fishes.
It's her kisses. Her k-k-k-k-k-k-kisses.
It's her kisses. Kisses that'll make you holler loudly
That you're glad enough to be a man.

Vs. 2
And in the evening - later - after dark
She quietly reveals to me all her miracles
Flying all up around me everywhere,
Just like a fountain springing up around my eyes - a love!
I'm in a shower of a lovely one.
She makes the sun rise and set for me.

Oh, gotta' make her stay
Because she's got a wiggle that'll make a clock stop.
I dig her even when we're apart.
Digging on my baby's really getting me high
And making me sigh and helping me fly
Back to the woman who could tease old Frankenstein's suture-boy to living.

Moxie is as moxie does and she is moxie with the kind of moxie love she's giving.
And I know she'll never ever need forgiving
With kisses that will make you say you're glad enough to be a man.

Vs. 3
And she giggles when she talks.
And she's happy if we go to the races and party or not.
And she squeezes all the living daylights out of me.
And if I ever should sever the tether that keeps us together
Forever where never a tear or a sorrow could weather
The amorist passion that flashes from in her eyes
- I'd be a dunce -
If I should ever try to walk or try to stray into any other woman's arms.

Because I dig her kisses -
The kind that I like because they're warm and tasty
And they're good and chewy and I like 'em.
And you would dig them too, if you could ever get
A kiss from my sweet miss.
But we will be kissing and kissing and so you'll never ever
Get a taste of heaven - that I know and guarantee that you will never see.

A bucket of loving is what she brings to me. She is my sweetie.
With kissing - loving - hugging that'l make you glad just to be a man.

Vs. 4, repeat Vs. 1