a song. To be sung

We sat behind enemy lines
the night your lips aligned
with mine.
Oh if I had known
that it would be the only time.

I kissed you like a baby bird,
simple and trying to assure
you it was better not to migrate
but to stay
and I would be your warmth
on all those winter days.

I should have kissed you like a missile
with all the force of a land-mine.
But I kept my ammunition stockpiled.
I guess I assumed
there would be another time.

I kissed you like a gentle lover
and you ran off with another.
If I had kissed you like a Casanova
I would've had you over my shoulder.

Would I try to be
the man the movies sell to me,
and you the woman I sweep,
desperate, off her feet,
given the chance to repeat?

No I don't I'd change a thing
if I could do it all another time.
But if I'm being perfectly honest,
it hurts pretty bad that you're not mine.

Yeah it hurt something awful
that night.