we gals proved...too much for the lad (too much for the lad)
so he's leaving the scene...a kiss, he'll blow
he said he's going home to dine (mama said its time)
ooh...bereft of the girls...whose lips, he left behind
not so long ago

he's leaving
oh, that kissing game of georgie's (tired of all his kissing games)
mmm...said i cannot kiss him back (cannot kiss him back)
or he'll simply race and whine
(he's getting ready to race and whine...though he finds the girls divine)
i can't deal with him...oh, that kissing game of georgie's (woo hoo)
he'd like to kiss all the girls...but when he mouths them, they cry

he kept dreaming dreaming, ooh, that someday he'd go too far
(he went too far...now my psyche is scarred)
and we sure found out the hard way..that screams are sure to ensue
(screams don't always ring true...oh no...uh uh...no..uh uh)
and he never used scope...and his breath came fast and hard
grabbed a mug and kissed it...in his life, he's done a few
oh yes, he did....he said he could

he's leaving
oh that kissing game of georgie's (kissing is a constant strain)
mmm..and his lips are slack, i find (this is what i find)
as his pimply lips seek mine
(he's getting ready to turn the tide...guess who's gonna be his would-be bride ?)
will i be with him ?
oh that kissing game of georgie's (leaving no apparent stain)
he'd like to kiss all the girls...but when he mouths them, they cry

gonna 'splore...can't ignore...gonna 'splore...that kissing game some more
i got to know...i got to know....i got to know..i got to know