Make Out Party

Girl I wanna kiss you
But not just on your lips, no.
Tips of your fingers and every intersection
Start again, and at your pinky toe
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 every time 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 audience
And we’re all thinkin’ the same thought

“Let’s get to work.”
Let me introduce you to my slippery fingers
Glistening and dangerous 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