Lyric Tell Her This

Tell her this
I don t like the kiss
I know that it s something I ll miss
Tell her that
I ll never be raid
As long as she ll be there to wait for me
Tell her this
I don t dare to twist
I ran through a confident fist
Tell her that
The gypsy was real
December is what makes the toe crams and stomachache
Hard to heal
And it don t mean a thing
If you can t try to be
But 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
And it don t mean a thing
If you can t try to be
But you re always expecting from me
Tell her this
I don t like the kiss
I know that it s something I ll miss
And it don t mean a thing
If you can t try to be
But you re always expecting from me
Though it don t mean a thing
If you can t try to be
But you re always expecting from me