Go for it

A young lads thoughts in the 60s

Go for it 

I’ll have to have a go at it but I haven’t got a clue,
My mates all said they’ve done it but I don’t know what to do,
It’s part of growing up I know but you don’t learn this at school,
I never done this kissing thing. Don’t want to look a fool.

Do I ask her first or just dive in, will I scare her if I try,
Shall I put my arm around her, will she just tell me goodbye,
And which side will I put my nose and will it spoil the fun,
Oh dear I’ll have to blow it first to be sure it doesn’t run.

Will she smell my ‘old spice’ and might it make her sneeze,
How about if I’m bolder and I try to feel her knees,
Will she tell her mother then or will she slap my face,
Then will I wander off alone in deep and dark disgrace?

Do I wet my lips or keep them dry no – one told me what to do,
Shall I wipe them with my hankie first so she won’t get the flu,
Do I keep my lips pressed tightly or relaxed and open wide,
And do I bite her tongue a bit if she bobs it right inside?

These are things I wondered when first I kissed my lass,
I had practiced, ( in the mirror ) before the chance had come to pass,
I looked a beauty with my Brylcreem on and a DA in my hair,
And tonight I was to ‘go for it’, I really had to dare.

She said it made her toes turn up, I don’t know if that’s true,
Cause I looked down and couldn’t see a wrinkle in her shoe,
But at least she didn’t dump me and as we had a goodnight chat,
She told me of the times she prayed. – For me to ‘just do that’.

So there I was full qualified I had gone from boy to man,
I liked it too and I promised her to kiss her when I can,
That kiss became a part of us a memory replayed,
Built in my head and in my mind, – but in my heart it stayed.

( I love you ). xx
Mick.