(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