The World's Best Kisser

The world's best kisser is a girl who believes in nothin'

She wears a lot of black and isn't very trustin'

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 blowin' 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 longin', full of lust

I'm orbitin' your waist throughout the day

So maybe love is orbital decay

My heart's aflame 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