You've been talking 'bout wanting to settle down and if you do you've got your eye on me
I've been talking 'bout trying to hang out on the beach with every fish in the sea
I'm not trying to make any lasting relationships
I'm just trying to make out with everyone and every two
That I can get my lips onto and every three and every five
That I can get my tongue inside before I die
I'll get so high, attempt to fly, and kiss the sky