when i think of your christmas tree farm
i think of your lovely red ears
your outfit slays
it puts me in a lavender haze
in the days i cannot see you
i have to wait my turn
but dont blame me
for i am in another country
when i think of your christmas tree farm
i think of your lovely red ears
your outfit slays
it puts me in a lavender haze
in the days i cannot see you
i have to wait my turn
but dont blame me
for i am in another country