Make Out Party Letra

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…