Under the Mistletoe

There's no telling how far a kiss'll go
 Wish on the highest star that this'll go
 On right here where we are under the mistletoe
 On Christmas night, it seems so right.
 That a lovely holiday dish made a mess of me
 If love is this, it's my favourite recipe
 The kind that fits to remind the rest of me
 There's room to grow, under the mistletoe.
 But I made this "myth" as a Christmas wannabe
 With a Christmas list that insists I've gotta be
 Hugged and kissed by this sweet miss in front of me
 On Christmas night and every night.
 Just right here, in the doorway where they found us
 They'd like to leave but there's no way around us
 I believe there's a spell that bound us
 I've gotta know, is it only the mistletoe.
 Gotta know, I'm afraid to go
 Don't want out if we're in the throes
 Flames die out in the afterglow
 And I've gotta know, is it only the mistletoe.
 Don't think so.
 --- Instrumental ---
 Gotta know, I'm afraid to go
 Don't want out if we're in the throes
 Flames die out in the afterglow
 And I've gotta know, is it only the mistletoe.
 Don't think so
 I gotta know
 Say it ain't, say it ain't, say it ain't,
 Say it ain't Just the mistletoe...
 Don't know...