| Girl I wanna kiss you
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| But not just on your lips, no
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| Tips of your fingers and every intersection
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| Start again then at your pinky toe
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| I know you know
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| Can you tell I miss you?
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| From my cadence and tempo
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| Lips are a trigger, and maybe this connection
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| Is a point we should be aiming for
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| Could we make up?
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| Could we make out?
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| Could we make up?
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| Could we make out?
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| I get high every time I get the taste of you on my tongue
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| And I know you’re one to hold on to
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| Oh, a deep sigh everytime I get a hint of you in my mind
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| Cause I know you won’t be held onto
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| Babe, I’ve got a weakness for the backs of your knees, your
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| Honey spilt over, and now I am an army of ants
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| And we’re all thinkin' the same thought,
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| «Let's get to work.»
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| Let me introduce you to my slippery fingers
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| Glistening and dangerous I’ll use them all in ways
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| That would make you giggle at my funeral
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| Whoaah, I get high every time I get the taste of you on my tongue
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| And I know you’re one to hold on to
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| Oh, a deep sigh every time I get a hint of you in my mind
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| Cause I know you won’t be held onto
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| Could we make up?
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| Could we make out?
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| Could we make up?
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| Could we make out?
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| Can you tell I miss you?
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| From my cadence and tempo
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| Lips are a trigger, and maybe this connection
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| Is a point we should be aiming for |