She smiles at him, he says, "Hello"
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They stand beneath the mistletoe
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Embarrassed by the awkward circumstance
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He asks her if she'd like a drink
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She says, "I better not I think
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Oh, what the heck, maybe just one glass"
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They talk about, oh, this and that
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He says, "I like the way you laugh
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And I'm so really glad you're here"
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Then suddenly it's much too warm
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She feels his hand against her arm
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The season loves the reason for romance
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It'll get you if you give it half a chance
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The night goes on, the music plays
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A moonlight Christmas serenade
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A lovers' song that's meant for only two
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And they don't even know it yet
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But this is one they'll not forget
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The holiday where all their dreams came true
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Across the floor he spins her 'round
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Oh, could it be they've finally found
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A love worth waiting for
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Then in the tender yuletide bliss
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They share an unexpected kiss
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The season loves the reason for romance
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It'll get you if you give it half a chance
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Then suddenly the night is gone
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It's late into an early morn
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The season loves the reason for romance
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It'll get you if you give it half a chance
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The Season For Romance
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| Le Ann Womack |
