Girl I want to 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 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 everytime. I get the taste of you on my tongue. And I know you're one to hold onto. 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 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. I get high everytime. I get the taste of you on my tongue. And I know you're one to hold onto. 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 the point we should be aiming for. 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