Tell Her This Lyrics

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 cant 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 cant 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 cant try to be
But you�re always expecting
From me

No it don�t mean a thing
If you cant try to be
What you�re always expecting
From me