Tell Her This

Tell her this I don't like to kiss

Ill know it was something ill miss

And tell her that ill never be late

Along as she will be there to

Wait for me…

Tell her this my tongues in a twist

I ran through a confident fist

And tell her that the gypsy was real

The sender is what makes the toe cramps and stomach aches

Hard to heal

And it don't mean a thing

If you can't try to be

If you're 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

But between me and you we see things better and…

And it don't mean a thing

If you can't try to be

But you're always expecting

From me

Still in my underwear

Watching some reruns of anything

(I can't forget)

Still with regrets

Tell her this I don't like to kiss

Ill know it was something ill miss

And it don't mean a thing

If you can't try to be

But you're always expecting

From me

No it don't mean a thing

If you can't try to be

What you're always expecting

From me