Letra de Make Out Party - Incubus
Letra de canci�n de Make Out Party de Incubus lyrics
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
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"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
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
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/make-out-party-incubus.php
"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