Short Stack - Sweet December

I'm comin' home,
I'm comin',
I'm comin' home,
I'm comin',



So wrap you hands around desire,
Just so you know,
I'm commin' down around you darlin',
We've never looked this beautiful,


And though,
I'll be,
Your sweet,
December,
I don't need your rain I've go my pride.


So can't you see,
That everything you are belongs
To me.


The city lights were fading,
I saw her on the pavement,
Dressed in black and white
Her wrongs,
The station played her favourite song,


She said,
I don't think I remember,
The taste as sweet as this December,
And I kno-o-o-ow,
I'm comin' home,
I'm comin' home,


So wrap,
Your arms around me,
I'm comin' home,
I'm comin' home,


To be,
Your sweet,
December.


So can't you see,
That everything you are belongs
To me.


The city lights were fading,
I saw her on the pavement,
Dressed in black and white
Her wrongs,
The station played her favourite song,


She said,
I don't think I remember,
The taste as sweet as this December,
And I kno-o-o-ow,
I'm comin' home,
I'm comin' home!


YEAH!


Da-da-da-da-da


So can't you see,
That everything you are belongs
To me.


The city lights were fading,
I saw her on the pavement,
Dressed in black and white
Her wrongs,The station played her favourite song,

She said,
I don't think I remember,
The taste as sweet as this December,
And I kno-o-o-ow,
I'm comin' home,
I'm comin' home,
I'll be your sweet December.