Lick your lips you can taste it.
Uh, watch it with those recently poisoned lips, you psycho!
After a while, if you lick your lips, you taste Chilean salt.
If the words "who is he?" just crossed your lips, you got the point.
When you read his lips, you could be assured there were not traces of recently consumed broccoli on them.
Prayer was compulsory back then, and you couldn't just fake it by moving your lips; you had to know the words, and really mean them.
Andrew Marr blinked on Sunday morning, a hint of a hysterical grin on his lips – you had the impression he thought he was humouring a madman – surely David, you are risking your political career?
Looking at Mr. Kirk as he bent earnestly over his light box, his slender frame silhouetted by the light streaming in behind his shoulder, a Lucky Strike dangling from his lips, you might not know how troubled a soul he was.
"You will be drawn in, if you are drawn in, not by desire for gain or ease, but simply because at that moment, when the cup was so near your lips, you cannot bear to be thrust back again into the cold outer world".
Read my lips: you're safe here.
If there's anybody in Britain licking their lips, you're in for a long wait.
