Xmastriptease

When fortune ***** nay, nay, nay, nay to me, and people declare that you're through.

Whenever the blues become the only song, I concentrate on you.

On your smile that's sweet and it's so tender, when first my kiss you do decline.

On the light in your eyes when you surrender, once again our arms intertwine.

And so when wise men say to me that love down dream never comes true.