6.4 = Make out Songtext

von Gary Wilson

Six point four equals makeout
I wouldn't kid you now
Six point four equals makeout
Why don't you come a little closer?
Six point four equals makeout
How old you say you were?
Sixteen!
Six point four equals makeout... equals makeout.

Hey, when I called you last night
You said you'd be at the party
When I got there, you weren't there
What are you tryin' to do to me, put me on a sick trip or something?
You know something?
I don't kiss on my first date
And I know you're aware of it
Hey baby, you're everything to me
But did I ever tell you

I got a real crush... on Karen

Six point four, now, equals makeout, equals makeout, equals makeout
Hey!
Six point four, oh God! equals makeout, equals makeout
Hey babe, ...I'll keep kissin you
Six point four, six point four, equals makeout, equals makeout
How old you say you were?
Sixteen!
Six point four, oh Jesus! six point four equals makeout, equals makeout, equals makeout
Six point four!

She's a real groovy girl
And she's got red lips
Yeah, she's a real groovy girl
And she's got red lips
She's a real groovy girl
And she's got red lips
Hey, she's a real, she's a real groovy girl
And she's got red lips
Can't you hear me God?
She's a real groovy girl
And she's got red lips
Man, she's so real!
Jesus, she's so real!
She's so real!
She's so real!
She's so real!
Oh... she's so real!
She's so real, god damn!
Uhm... she's so real!
She's so real!
She's real!
Can't you hear me?
Can't you hear me?
Can't you hear me, she's real!
She's real!
She's real!
She's real!
She's real!
She's real!
She's real!
She's real!
She's real!
She's real!