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 "myth" 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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[Instrumental]
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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, say it ain't,
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Say it ain't Just the mistletoe...
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Don't know...
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Under The Mistletoe
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| Clint Black |
