They’re all there at the party
Standing in a queue
Mistletoe hung high above
The kisses all from you
First there’s one for Sheila
Then there’s one for Fran
Then a smooch for Suzy
And a peck for Pam
A cuddly one for Karen
A daring one for Caz
A little one for Sarah
A smacking one for Shaz
But I am not invited
To come and join the queue
Cos’ you’ve reserved some mistletoe
Just meant for me and you
