Diffuser

Tell her this
I dont like the kiss
I know that its something Ill miss
Tell her that
Ill never be raid
As long as shell be there to wait for me
Tell her this
I dont dare to twist
I ran through a confident fist
Tell her that
The gypsy was real
December is what makes the toe crams and stomachache
Hard to heal
And it dont mean a thing
If you cant try to be
But youre always expecting from me
Tell her this