When our kisses fly like oak leaves. Caught in a gust of wind. My heart beats fast, a clickty-clack. Like a train goin' round a bend. I call that Lovin' Up a Storm!.
LOVIN' UP A STORM. Writer Luther Dixon. . When our kisses fly like oak leaves. Caught in a gust of wind. My heart beats fast, a clickty-clack. Like a train goin' round a bend.