Girl I wanna kiss you But not just on your lips, no Tips of your fingers and 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 a 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 Oh, a deep sigh everytime I get a hint of you in my mind Cause I know you won’t be held onto Babe, I’ve got a weakness for the backs of your knees, your Honey spilt over, and now I am an army of ants And we’re all thinkin’ 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 Whoaah, I get high every time I get the taste of you on my tongue And I know you’re one to hold on to Oh, a deep sigh every time I get a hint of you in my mind Cause I know you won’t be held onto Could we make up? Could we make out? Could we make up? Could we make out? Can you tell I miss you? From my cadence and tempo Lips are a trigger, and maybe this connection Is a point we should be aiming for
Girl I wanna kiss you But not just on your lips, no Tips of your fingers and 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 a 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 Oh, a deep sigh everytime I get a hint of you in my mind Cause I know you won’t be held onto Babe, I’ve got a weakness for the backs of your knees, your Honey spilt over, and now I am an army of ants And we’re all thinkin’ 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 Whoaah, I get high every time I get the taste of you on my tongue And I know you’re one to hold on to Oh, a deep sigh every time I get a hint of you in my mind Cause I know you won’t be held onto Could we make up? Could we make out? Could we make up? Could we make out? Can you tell I miss you? From my cadence and tempo Lips are a trigger, and maybe this connection Is a point we should be aiming for
