I look at your eyes from the corner of the room
The glimmer of your glasses cover my imagination
Yes I know it's sweet that I'm overhearing your heartbeat
This kind of liking is kind of overbearing too soon

The hail and mistletoe curl into frosty tendrils
I know I'm a bit of *****, you cut your finger on me
I'll gladly **** your thumb and wrap my arms around you
But it's kind of sweet to know you love cheap thrills in the sheets