Girl, I wanna kiss you
But not just on your lips, no
Tips of your fingers
At every intersection
Start again then at your pinky toe
(I know you know)
Can you tell I miss you
From my cadence and tempo
Lips are a trigger
And maybe this connection
Is the point we should be aiming for
Could we make up?
Could we make out?
Could we make up?
Could we make out?
I get high every time I get the taste of you
On my tongue
And I know you're
One to hold on to
A deep sigh every time I get a hint of you
In my mind
'Cause I know you
Won't be held on to
Babe I've got a weakness
For the backs of your knees, your
Honey spilled over
And now I am an army of ants
And we're all thinking the same thought
(Let's get to work)
Let me introduce you
To my slippery fingers
Glistening and dangerous
I'll use them all in ways
That would make you giggle at my funeral
I get high every time I get the taste of you
On my tongue
And I know you're
One to hold on to
A deep sigh every time I get a hint of you
In my mind
'Cause I know you
Won't be held on to
Could we make up?
Could we make out?
Could we make up?
Could we make out?
(Could we make up?)
Can you tell I miss you
(Could we make out?)
From my cadence and tempo
(Could we make up?)
Lips are a trigger
And maybe this connection
(Could we make out?)
Is a point we should be aiming for
(Could we make up?)
Can you tell I miss you
(Could we make out?)
From my cadence and tempo
(Could we make up?)
Lips are a trigger
And maybe this connection
(Could we make out?)
Is a point we should be aiming for