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 home-town friends But I ain’t here to see them ‘Tis the fucking season
You say you don’t kiss under the mistletoe with anyone It’s outta 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 tea cup Lipstick on the edge while you talk It’s like you painted Boulder White snow on the reddest of rocks I’m usually the one who Can’t get behind this holiday shit But now I got a reason ‘Tis the fucking season
You say you don’t kiss under the mistletoe with anyone It’s an outta 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 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 outta 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