Tell her this i dont like to kiss
i know that it's something i'll miss
Tell her that i'll never be late
As long as she'll be there to wait for me
Tell her this my toungue's in a twist
I ran through a confident fist
Tell her that the gypsy was real
December is what makes the toe cramps and stomachaches
Hard to heal
And it dont mean a thing
If you can't try to be
But your always expecting from me
Tell her this i'll never be rich
And christmas was always a bitch
Tell her that i still feel the same
For in between me and you we see things better
And it don't mean a thing
If you can't try to be
But your always expecting from me
Im still in my underwear watching some re-runs of anything
I can't forget
New York is still on my mind but im trapped here in tennessee
Still with regret
Tell her this i don't like to kiss
I know that it's something i'll miss
And it dont mean a thing
If you can't try to be
But your always expecting from me
No it dont mean a thing
If you can't try to be
But your always expecting from me
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