[Verse 1]
Girl I wanna kiss you, but not just on your lips no
The tips of your fingers and every intersection, start again down at your pinkie 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

[Pre-Chorus]
Could we make up?
Could we make out?
Could we make up?
Could we make out?

[Chorus]
I get high every time I get the taste of you on my tongue
And I know you’re one to hold onto, oh
A deep sigh every time I get a hint of you in my mind
Cause I know you won’t be held on to
Oh

[Verse 2]
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
Use them all in ways that would make you giggle at my funeral
Oh
[Chorus]
I get high every time I get the taste of you on my tongue
And I know you’re one to hold onto, oh
A deep sigh every time I get a hint of you in my mind
Cause I know you won’t be held on to
Yeah

[Instrumental]

[Outro]
Could we make up?
Could we make out?
Could we make up?
Could we make out?

(Could we make up?)
Can you tell I miss you
(Could we make out?)
From my cadence and tempo, lips
(Could we make up?)
Are a trigger, and maybe this connection
(Could we make out?)
Is a point we should be aiming for

(Could we make up?)
Can you tell I miss you
(Could we make out?)
From my cadence and tempo, lips
(Could we make up?)
Are a trigger, and maybe this connection
(Could we make out?)
Is a point we should be aiming for
Oh