Let's make out

My words are awkward as the break out
He pretty girl do you wanna make out?
Cuz if you wanna make out,
I'll let you make out with me.

I am a sissy, yes I am a pansie
But my words are bold as they escape me
He pretty girl do you wanna make babies with me?

Ive got a heavy cloud of words
Im raining things Ill never say
My lips are jammed, my shirt is stained

Im reaching out my hand
Touched the mirror like I'll touch your face
your lips
your hands
our sweet embrace

Then I'll look behind
It's all in my mind
But maybe next time...