Incubus - Make Out Party lyrics
[Incubus - Make Out Party lyrics]
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
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 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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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
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
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