Tell her this
I don't 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 tounge'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
(chorus)
And it don't mean a thing
If you can't try to be
What you're 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
(chorus)
still in my underwear
watching re-runs of anything
I can't forget
New York is still on my mind
But i'm trying....?
.....?
Tell her this
I don't like to kiss
I know that it's something I'll miss
(chorus) X2