Tell her this i dont like to kiss i know that it's something i'll miss Tell her that i'll never be late As long as she'll be there to wait for me Tell her this my toungue's in a twist I ran through a confident fist Tell her that the gypsy was real December is what makes the toe cramps and stomachaches Hard to heal And it dont mean a thing If you can't try to be But your always expecting from me Tell her this i'll never be rich And christmas was always a bitch Tell her that i still feel the same For in between me and you we see things better And it don't mean a thing If you can't try to be But your always expecting from me Im still in my underwear watching some re-runs of anything I can't forget New York is still on my mind but im trapped here in tennessee Still with regret Tell her this i don't like to kiss I know that it's something i'll miss And it dont mean a thing If you can't try to be But your always expecting from me No it dont mean a thing If you can't try to be But your always expecting from me