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