Well, I met you at the blood bank We were lookin' at the bags Wonderin' if any of the colors Matched any of the names we knew on the tags You said, "Look it, that's yours Stacked on top with your brother's See how they resemble one another's Even in their plastic little covers" And I said, "I, I know it well That secret that you know That you don't know how to tell It fucks with your honor And it teases your head But you know that it's good, girl 'Cause it's runnin' you with red" The snow started fallin' We were stuck out in your car You werе rubbin' both my hands Chewin' on a candy bar You said, "Ain't this just like the prеsent To be showin' up like this?" As the moon waned to crescent We started to kiss And I said, "I, ooh, I know it well That secret that we know That we don't know how to tell I'm in love with your honor I'm in love with your cheeks What's that noise up the stairs, babe? Is that Christmas morning creaks?" I said, "I, ooh, I know it well"