Mistletoe, tattooed to the back of my skull
Welcome home, chapped lips
Slapshot taught, "Might makes right,"
But that must be a lesson I have missed
Can I put my thumb down your throat?
Please, spit into my mouth
Don't look to the door, dear
It's cold out there, I fear
With report of a wintry mix
And here's the twist:
I torched your coat
Kept my eye lid ajar and finally saw
What I now know best:
My body in motion most resent yours at rest
Can I put my thumb down your throat?
Please, spit into my mouth
Don't look to the door, dear
It's cold out there, I fear
With report of a wintry mix
And here's the twist:
I torched your coat
Grandpa died on far-off frontlines
But that's not the end for me
I much prefer warmth and the night to take its course
With your mouth around my tongue
Mistletoe, tattooed to the back of my skull
Welcome home, chapped lips
Slapshot taught, "Might makes right,"
But that must be a lesson I have missed