It was there at the office party
Lord, she was a dream
Dressed to the nines, a beauty
She was coffee, I was the cream

Right underneath the mistletoe
just as supposed to be
I saw her there and thought
she was waiting there for me

Too late, here comes Harry
the braggart and a bore
He's had his share of kisses
here he comes for just one more

I wandered off to fetch a drink
I couldn't look at them
He held his lips on hers too long
I shivered, drank and then...

I hovered 'round the table
and didn't eat a thing
I ate a mint, drank some more
wished that I could sing

I tried to sing along
with the drunken office choir
First thing I knew, it was over
Harry'd set himself on fire

I think it was my lighter
got too close to his sleeve
They rushed him out on a stretcher
I wasn't sorry to see him leave

She was standing under the mistletoe
I was right next to her
She grabbed me by the hair
gave kisses that weren't pure

We left before Secret Santa
didn't care about those gifts
I took her home to my place
Then we did more than kiss