Tell Her This

Tell her this I don't like the kiss I know that it's something I'll miss Tell her that I'll never be raid As long as she'll be there to wait for me Tell her this I don't dare to twist I ran through a confident fist Tell her that The gypsy was real December is what makes the toe crams and stomachache Hard to heal And it don't mean a thing If you can't try to be But you're always expecting from me Tell her this I'll never be rich And christmas was always a bitch Tell her that I still feel the same For in between me and you we see things better And it don't mean a thing If you can't try to be But you're always expecting from me Tell her this I don't like the kiss I know that it's something I'll miss And it don't mean a thing If you can't try to be But you're always expecting from me Though it don't mean a thing If you can't try to be But you're always expecting from me