Girl, things will soon be bright;
We're gonna get it right.
I like to run my fingers through your hair;
you'll be the mama bear, and I'll be the papa bear.
Girl, your heart melts like butter -
you're like no other.
Let's go play out in the snow -
people think we're getting too old;
I want to kiss you
underneath the mistletoe.
Girl, I'd like a piece of your chocolate pie;
you put a glitter in my eye.
Girl, your lips are juicy and ripe;
will you be my date tonight?
Girl, I ring your bell;
Will you be my angel?
Girl, if you're home alone
please call me on the telephone.
Girl, you know it's true - be my boo.
Let's kiss in the snow.
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