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