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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 Letras de canciones 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… From Letras Mania