Chris Mills - The Fresh Young Mouth lyrics

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 d**h 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