Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nina Storey
Nina Storey
Songwriter
Ryan Franks
Ryan Franks
Songwriter

Lyrics

Now that the house is empty
And we're finally alone
Ive got something to tell you
Your Christmas present's come
It's bigger than a wristwatch
It's smaller than a plane
But once you get it started
You're gonna wanna play it over again
You better warn the neighbors
It's gonna get real loud
We're gonna knock it over
We're gonna throw it down
Who knows what may happen
Under the mistletoe
Tonight you won't remember
So come on over here baby let's start the show
You might need a breather
You might need a drink or two
But it's only gonna get hotter
If I leave it up to you
The evening's not getting younger
The candle's burning low
So baby baby please stop your squirming
Or I might not let you go
You better warn the neighbors
It's gonna get real loud
We're gonna knock it over
We're gonna throw it down
Who knows what may happen
Under the mistletoe
Tonight you won't remember
So come on over here baby let's start the show
I wanna make you dinner
And have you with some wine
For dessert we'll start it over
And take our sweet sweet Christmas time
You better warn the neighbors
It's gonna get real loud
We're gonna knock it over
We're gonna throw it down
Who knows what may happen
Under the mistletoe
Tonight you won't remember
So come on over here baby let's start the show
Written by: Nina Storey, Ryan Franks
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