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(words and music by Howie Lucero © 1983) Tale of what her kiss was like - what her kiss was like, a story I could never write 'cause I don't understand. Why'd she keep the whole damn book for the paragraph she took? I'm left without a word to say; I'm scrawling on a silent page trying to - capture what her kiss was like - what her kiss was like. Just a victim in the test of time, and I don't understand. Time and time, again I see every moment slip from me, and I vow no question why, but each day, again I try to - Ink the feather and write to forget her - Ink the feather and write to forget her - "Tell me what her kiss was like - what her kiss was like," I ask myself night after night - night after night. "Tell me what her kiss was like - what her kiss was like," I ask myself night after night, but I don't understand. Night by night, I play that dream and cast myself in every scene. If I could wake before the rushes, I'd send the script back for re-touches. Ink the feather and write to forget her - Ink the feather and write to forget her - (repeat) Aus Songtexte Mania