You came back from college
swearing that you made a mistake.
If Virginia is for lovers,
why haven't you been on a date?
It's just you and me now
and a couple of our hometown friends.
I ain't here to see them.
Tis the * season.
You say you don't kiss under the mistletoe with anyone.
It's an out of date tradition for lonely people to fake love.
So why do I feel so alive
when I'm kissing you under the mistletoe on Christmas night?
Whiskey in a teacup,
lipstick on the edge while you talk.
It's like you painted boulder.
White snow on the bed is the rocks.
I'm usually the one who can't get behind this holiday *.
But now I got a reason.
Tis the * season.
You say you don't kiss under the mistletoe with anyone.
It's an out of date tradition for lonely people to fake love.
So why
do I feel so alive
when I'm kissing you under the mistletoe on Christmas night?
Whatever you've been looking for is hanging underneath the doorway.
Here we are just standing face to face.
You say you don't kiss under the mistletoe with anyone.
It's an out of date tradition for lonely people to fake love.
So why
do I feel so alive
when I'm kissing you under the mistletoe on Christmas night?