Knock Me A Kiss

Nat King Cole · Macgregor Years [1996]

I like cake, no mistake, but, baby, if you insist

I'll cut out the cake just for your sake

Baby, come on and knock me a kiss



I like pie; I hope to die just to get a load of this

When you get high, doggone the pie

Baby, come on and knock me a kiss



When you pressed your little lips to mine

It was then I understood

They taste like candy, brandy, and wine

Peaches, bananas, and everything good



I love jam and no flim flam; scratch that off my list

This ain't no jam; the jam can scram

Baby, come on and knock me a kiss



When you pressed your little lips to mine

It was then I understood

They taste like candy, brandy, and wine

Peaches, bananas, and everything good



I like cars and big cigars, but, baby, they won't be missed

If everyday I hear you say

Baby, come on and knock me a kiss

Baby, come on and knock me a kiss