| 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 around
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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 |