Franklin Bruno Untitled
You walk around underneath invisible mistletoe
Just how far a kiss'll go remains to be seen
Your halo's a holly wreath, your lips are lascivious
But you seem oblivious to what it could mean
I've made my intentions so clear
Fifty-one weeks of the year
But Christmas is finally here
And it's better to give than receive, my dear
Some people can't tell it's there, but I know so well it's there
From winter to winter and each season between
Invisible mistletoe
Invisible mistletoe
Invisible mistletoe