Tell Her This - Diffuser

Tell her this

I dont like the kiss

I know that its something Ill miss

Tell her that

Ill never be raid

As long as shell be there to wait for me Tell her this

I dont dare to twist

I ran through a confident fist

Tell her that

The gypsy was real

December is what makes the toe crams and stomachache

Hard to heal

And it dont mean a thing

If you cant try to be But youre always expecting from me Tell her this

Ill 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 dont mean a thing

If you cant try to be But youre always expecting from me Tell her this

I dont like the kiss

I know that its something Ill miss

And it dont mean a thing

If you cant try to be But youre always expecting from me Though it dont mean a thing

If you cant try to be But youre always expecting from me