There's no telling how far a kiss'll go Wish on the highest star that this'll go On right here where we are under the mistletoe On Christmas night, it seems so right
That a lovely holiday dish made a mess of me If love is this, it's my favourite recipe The kind that fits to remind the rest of me There's room to grow, under the mistletoe
But I made this "mist" as a Christmas wannabe With a Christmas list that insists I've gotta be Hugged and kissed by this sweet miss in front of me On Christmas night and every night
Just right here, in the doorway where they found us They'd like to leave but there's no way around us I believe there's a spell that bound us I've gotta know, is it only the mistletoe
Gotta know, I'm afraid to go Don't want out if we're in the throes Flames die out in the afterglow And I've gotta know, is it only the mistletoe
Don't think so Gotta know, I'm afraid to go Don't want out if we're in the throes Flames die out in the afterglow
And I've gotta know, is it only the mistletoe Don't think so I gotta know Say it ain't, say it ain't ... just the mistletoe
Compositor: Clint Black (Black Clint Patrick) ECAD: Obra #3291237