Contact High

I like secrets, I can't tell you now

How I'm thinking, How to lay it out

Plain and simple, You can say it slow

I want more

No my timing isn't perfect babe

But my time is more than anything

You can find it almost anywhere

But you want mine

My hands, they get so ansty

Your eyes, they get to dancing

Oh you're my type, romantic

Tell me if you feel it babe

I'm waiting on that contact high

Pick me up, then blow my mind

Let it cook till we collide

Waiting, waiting

I'm waiting on that contact high

I don't care who's listening

They gon' be alright

And maybe I'm too proud

And maybe you're too shy

Figure skating

Spinning circles

Talking out my mind

You know me so well

Tell me 'bout your life

I'm waiting on that contact high

Pick me up, then blow my mind

Let it cook till we collide

Waiting, waiting

I'm waiting on that contact high