The Fresh Young Mouth

Young and stupid
Stupid and bold
Grey like a summer’s day is cold
Don’t you know I’ve been watching you for awhile?

Walking on needles
Tripping on tongues
Can’t stop talking about things I’ve done
Didn’t mean no harm
Don’t doubt me

I’ve got a fresh young mouth
Burning like a furnace
Don’t it flower on your lips
I’ve got a fresh young mouth
Just wish that I could shut it

We could have an affair to remember
I’ll be May and you’ll be December
Don’t you think I could walk you home tonight?
Always seem to be saying the wrong thing
All I want is a telephone that rings
We could take it easy
We could take it slow
We don’t have to worry we could keep it on the down-low

I’ve got a fresh young mouth
Burning like a furnace
Don’t it flower on your lips
I’ve got a fresh young mouth
Just wish that I could shut it

Don’t you know it’s hardest to be never high or low
Always in between
Fear and whiskey
Ignorance and death
Wish I could I could talk
Like I’ve got it all figured out

I’ve got a fresh young mouth
Burning like a furnace
Don’t it flower on your lips
I’ve got a fresh young mouth
Just wish that I could shut it
Wish that I could shut it

I’ve got a fresh young mouth
Burning like a furnace
Don’t it flower on your lips
I’ve got a fresh young mouth
Just wish that I could shut it
Wish that I could shut it