Karaoke Makeout Session

If I can't hit the notes, I'll hit your lips instead. Mmm.

Hey, yeah, yeah. Walking to the bar already half

gone. Someone screams, "Put Britney on." Microphone sticky from the night before.

But the crowd's too drunk to care anymore. You slide beside me with a

stupid grin. Say, "Sing with me," and I just give in.

Your voice cracks out on a high note run. And somehow that makes you twice

as fun. We're swaying on stage. Barely in tune. Bartender laughing,

filming the scene. Your hand finds mine and the sparks ignite. The song's a