Song written by Nichole Robbins and Amee Chapman
Slip back the straps from your dress
You’re paper thin holding breath
Lean in close down to kiss
A second glance the chances you’ve missed
Let’s makeup in the makeout room
Let’s makeup in the makeout room
Hand me down your whispered sound
Make me believe you’ll stick around
Grin and laugh at our awkward touch
Time we made’s running out on us
Figure out how to break this down
The sway of your voice a sleepy frown
Don’t go away mad or done
There’s a tender way to making up