The World's Best Kisser

The world's best kisser is a girl who believes In nothing She wears a lot of black And isn't very trusting And the world's best kisser is a girl I know And since I've met her, I'm a metronome I clack away and wait until we're all alone If I could disappear into her failures for a time I'd grease the creaky hinges in her mind Repaint the flaky walls with my belief Then I could turn my girl into a leaf Happy blowing by on summer wind For now she throws her arms around me like an evil twin And puts her crooked fingers in my mouth And writes me lines of code without a mouse While I make angels in the snow outside her house Girl, what turns you on? The pages of a book on the elliptical? Girl, what turns you on? Say before your lips become predictable If gravity can make a star combust Then maybe it's what makes me full of longing Full of lust I'm orbiting your waist throughout the day So maybe love is orbital decay My heart's a flame with atmospheric drag As I'm an astronaut about to plant my flag So tell me, girl, what turns you on? The pages of a book on the elliptical? Girl, what turns you on? Say before your lips become predictable Magic isn't magic if it lasts Let the record show you turn me from a solid to a liquid to a gas Exhibit A, your honor, run it back And how do you have everything I lack? Well, baby girl, what turns you on? The pages of a book on the elliptical? Girl, what turns you on? Say before your lips become predictable Girl, what turns you on? The pages of a book on the elliptical? Girl, what turns you on? Say before your lips become predictable