Under The Misletoe Buchan & Barne (Ft. Dujonna Gift & Sam Tutty)

It always starts with a guy singing about how cold it is
And then maybe something about a fireplace

And then he wants his sweatheart to build a snowman
Or roast a turkey

But it's really just a metaphor for having sex

There's snowflakes falling sleepily, like wishes from above
So rub your nose against my nose like eskimos (Inuits)
Inuits in love (thank you)
There's no one here but you and me (And Miguel)
There's no where else to go
So come and stand beside me, under thе misletoe

Then thе sleighbells come in and she's like
I gave away my scarf to build that snowman on the hill
So wrap your arms around me just incase I catch a chill (Yes that's good)

They're singing christmas carols on the late night radio

So may I have this dance dear, under the misletoe

It's after 11, too late to go home

So let's do what the Romans would do back in Rome
It's too cold to go walking, believe me I've tried
So let's open our stockings and see what's inside