Like shoes that pinch my toes
And socks stretched so thin
They tear into holes,
Like jeans that will not rise
No matter how much I shimmy
Them over my thighs,
Like shoes that pinch my toes
And socks stretched so thin
They tear into holes,
Like jeans that will not rise
No matter how much I shimmy
Them over my thighs,
You confessed to me in a song,
Because music was your voice,
The world was your option,
And I was your choice.
You kissed me at my door,
A kiss that tingled to my toes,
A kiss that sealed our secret,
One the world didn’t need to know.
Here’s to Cupid aiming accurately,
To true love being found.
Here’s to being nice (and a little naughty!)
For Santa all year ’round.
Here’s to keeping our heads up high,
When we’re crawling in the dirt.
Here’s to friendships that last for life,
And to family that doesn’t hurt.