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