fancy things in magazinesDiamond rings and beauty queensBut nothin'

many people in this barI can't hear myself think

1: say you're comin' overIs it okay you're comin'

remember, I remember those daysLaughing out loud, staying up

was 18, all about me, grew up good on

could tell by the way you kissed my lips

Do you love the rain? Does it make you danceWhen you're

city street would be celebratingAll the evergreens would be

to all the late-night drunk phone calls that you

been one hell of a three-sixty-fiveCan you believe that

wasn't even half as far as I thought it'd

a chill blowin' in the airPretty white lights everywhereStrip

1: Shay of my friends finally convinced me to

1: Shay of my friends finally convinced me to

on the wall beats like a drum inside

dressStruttin' on them loubitons like a hot messSippin' on

getting busyPeople everywhereStores are decorated, there's Christmas in the

around the Christmas treeAt the Christmas party hopMistletoe hung where

no way nobody gonna steal my love, my

I know that we just metSo pardon my drunk