Tell Her This
Diffuser
Injury Loves Melody (2001)

Tell her this, I don’t like to kiss
I know that it’s something I’ll miss
Tell her that, I’ll never be late
As long she’ll be there to
Wait for me…
Tell her this, my tongue’s in a twist
I ran through a confident fist
Tell her that the gypsy was real
December is what makes the toe cramps and stomach aches
Hard to heal…

And it don’t mean a thing
If you can’t try to be
What you’re always expecting from me

Tell her this, I’ll never be rich
And Christmas was always a bitch
Tell her that I still feel the same
But in between me and you, we see things better
And it don’t mean a thing
If you can’t try to be
What you’re always expecting from me…

Still in my underwear watching some re-runs of anything
I can’t forget
New York is still on my mind, but I’m trapped here in Tennessee
Still with regret

Tell her this, I don’t like to kiss
I know that it’s something I’ll miss
And it don’t mean a thing
If you can’t try to be
What you’re always expecting from me…