Under the Mistletoe

It always starts with a guy singing about how cold it is

And then maybe something about a fireplace

And then he wants his sweetheart to build a snowman

Or roast a turkey

But it's really just a metaphor for having sex

There's snowflakes falling sleepily, like wishes from above

So rub your nose against my nose like Eskimos (Inuits!)

Inuits in love (Thank you)

There's no one here but you and me (And Miguel!)

There's nowhere else to go

So come and stand beside me

Under the mistletoe

(Then the sleigh bells come in, and she's like)

I gave away my scarf to build that snowman on the hill

So wrap your arms around me just in case I

Catch a chill (Yes, that's good!)

They're singing Christmas carols on the late night radio

So may I have this dance, dear

Under the mistletoe

It's after 11, too late to go home

So let's do what the Romans would do back in Rome

It's too cold to go walking, believe me, I've tried

So let's open our stockings and see what's inside

I've left a glass of sherry and some cookies by my fridge

If you come down my chimney, I'll stay up until you do

Your eyes are filled with starlight

The streets are filled with snow

The world is filled with wonder

Under the mistletoe