I left kisses on your front stoop
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So you could find them on your way home
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And wear them at a party where I'd be your guest
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With your soul spinning langfuidly in the warmth
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of your chest
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You try to remember the sparkle in my eyes
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I try to forget the shit and the lies
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So here's your December
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My kisses in a box
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Eat them for dinner
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and put them in your sauce
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I told secrets to your bedspred
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So it could wrap you in it's sonnet
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And whisper my longings to the back of your hair
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And tell you my story as if i was still there
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You try to remember the sparkles in my eyes
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I try to forget the shit and the lies
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So here's your December
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My kisses in a box
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Eat them for dinner
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and put them in your sauce
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[guitar solo]
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OO So here's your December
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My kisses in a box
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Eat the for dinner
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and put them in your sauce...
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Kisses In A Box
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| Katy Rose |
