Under the lights
You catch my eye
I've never seen in slow motion
I can't look away
That laugh you make
Must be Nat King Coles rendition
The firelight makes your skin glow
You must already know what you do to me
I'm already dreaming about
An old fashioned Christmas
With a stranger across the room
I don't know your name but
I know what we'll do
We'll slow dance to vinyls, take strolls in New York City
Maybe make some snow angels, you'll tell me I look pretty
With you
Ask my friends for your name
And it's such a shame
That they don't even know you
So dear God I pray
Please let him make the first move
The firelight makes your skin glow
You must already know what you do to me
I'm already dreaming about
An old fashioned Christmas
With a stranger across the room
I don't know your name but
I know what we'll do
We'll slow dance to vinyls, take strolls in NYC
Maybe make some snow angels, you'll tell me
An old fashioned Christmas
With a stranger across the room
I don't know your name but
I know what we'll do
We'll slow dance to vinyls, take strolls in New York City
Maybe make some snow angels, you'll tell me I look pretty
It's not a lot to ask, but it's a thing of the past
It's just a daydream, I know deep down that this won't last
But all I want is
An old fashioned Christmas with you
With you, with you
An old fashioned Christmas with you
With you, with you
An old fashioned Christmas with you