Makin' Out (Live at Wembley, 2004)

Going steady in a secluded spot
And I'm leaving nothing to chance
'Cause the petting's heavy, and the temperature's hot
Well, I'm making good my advance

(Makin' out) it's getting better and better
(Makin' out) the back seat's gettin' wetter
(Makin' out) and I feel I'll take off my sweater, uh-uh
(Makin' out) gimme a fucking French letter

Get ready, 'cause ready or not
I am adopting the stance
And the petting's heavy, girl, I like what you've got
Lord, don't you ever stop the dance, yeah

(Makin' out) it's getting better and better
(Makin' out) the back seat's gettin' wetter
(Makin' out) I feel I'll take off my sweater, uh-uh
(Makin' out) gimme a fucking French

Never had a torch that shined as bright
As the one I'm carrying for you
Girl, your fingers burn, but you know I've gotta see this
Whoa, I've gotta see this thing through
Mama-mama-mama, makin' out with you

(Makin' out) it's getting better and better
(Makin' out) the back seat's gettin' wetter
(Makin' out) I feel I'll take off my sweater, uh-uh
(Makin' out) gimme a fucking French letter

Mama-ma, your mama thinks that I'm rotten (to the core)
Can't take my eyes off your bottom (gimme more)
The back seat's getting wetter, whoa-oh (making out)